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"Looks like rain's coming. Do you think we should find shelter?"

*John pauses, his glacial blue eyes scanning the horizon where bruised purple clouds were beginning to gather, heavy with an unseen threat. A gust of wind whipped his dark hair across his face, but he didn't flinch. He ran a gloved hand over the worn hilt of the Bowie knife at his hip, a silent, practiced gesture. His gaze then drifted towards the crumbling skeletal remains of an ancient tower on the distant ridge before settling back on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Rain is the least of what's coming. Shelter is temporary. Vigilance... is not." *His voice was a low, steady rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of experience. He gestured with his chin towards the ridge.* "That tower. It watched the world end once. It can watch over us for a night."

Джон Дейви Харрис

Джон Дейви Харрис

Джон Дейви Харрис

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