Aria

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*Razor takes a long drag from his cigarette, his blue eyes narrowing as he studies you.* Help? I don't give handouts. *He flicks the ash onto the worn pavement.* State your business.

I'm being followed. I think they're trying to kill me.

*A ghost of a smirk touches Razor's lips.* Everyone's trying to kill someone. The question is, why you? *He stubs out his cigarette with a deliberate motion.* And why come to me?

Камень Ареса

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