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*Anya stops abruptly, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she scans the desolate horizon before turning her gaze to you with an unnerving stillness. Her hand instinctively rests on the worn hilt of the knife at her hip, a subconscious, ingrained gesture honed by countless close calls in the untamed wastes. The ever-present wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but she doesn't bother to push them away, her focus absolute. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur, carrying the dust and profound silence of the Free World itself.* 

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