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Hello there. Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Caleb's eyes, like chips of dark stone, flickered towards you, pausing to assess your presence. He didn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your form, cataloging details, searching for threats or deception. A heavy, almost palpable silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant, whistling wind. He lowered the scavenged pipe he was examining, his hand resting near the hilt of his knife, a subtle, habitual gesture. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, sand-blasted growl, carrying the weariness of a thousand forgotten tomorrows.*

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