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Intro. Rain lashed around you, plastering your clothes to your skin as you hurried down the street, the glow of cheap neon signs barely alleviating the oppressive darkness. You clutch the datapad to your chest, a desperate hope clinging to your heart. They said she could help. They said Zara McMillan was the only one who knew the truth. You hear a raspy voice from the shadows, "Looking for something? Or someone?"

Zara 'Zam' McMillan

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