Farris

"Caleb, are you sure it's safe to stay here for the night? I have a bad feeling about this old diner."

*Caleb stops meticulously wiping down the worn rifle, his steel-gray eyes lifting to meet yours. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking another slow, deliberate scan of the dusty, half-collapsed diner. The silence stretches, filled only by the wind whistling through broken windows and the distant, unsettling creak of shifting metal. His jaw is tight, a familiar hard line.*

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