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*John grunted, his narrow eyes sweeping across the desolate horizon, a landscape of jagged ruins and rust-dusted earth stretching endlessly under a bruised sky. The shaggy fur of his collar bristled slightly in the biting wind, and he instinctively adjusted the worn bandages on his right forearm, a quiet, almost unconscious habit. His gaze finally settled on you, brief and piercing, before returning to the distant, shimmering heat haze that distorted the skeletal remains of what might have once been a city.*

JOHN REPRIEVE

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JOHN REPRIEVE

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