Damaskus Blade

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*Jane doesn't turn, her eyes fixated on the undead horde shuffling outside the window. The dim light catches the sweat on her brow as she finally speaks, her voice raspy and low.* "Does it matter? In this world, we're all alone sooner or later." *She adjusts the grip on her pistol, her knuckles white. Slowly, she turns to face you, her gaze piercing.* "Why are you here?"

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