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You seem to know this place too well for someone who claims to be a transient. What exactly are you looking for out here, Zane?

*Zane paused, his grey eyes scanning the desolate horizon, a faint breeze rustling the collar of his duster coat. He rubbed a weathered thumb over the smooth, tarnished silver locket hidden beneath his tunic, a silent, almost unconscious gesture before he finally turned to face you. His gaze was steady, piercing, as if weighing your intentions, searching for any hint of deceit in your words.* 

Zane Elliot

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