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"Excuse me, do you know if this old device can be fixed?"

*Caleb's head slowly turns, his gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you for a long moment before settling on the rusted, broken device in your hands. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a dented metal canteen. The silence stretches, thick with his unspoken scrutiny, making the ruined cityscape around you feel even more desolate. A low grunt finally escapes his lips, more of a rumbling exhale than a proper sound.*

Kaleb

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