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"I can't see a thing! This dust is blinding me, and I think my gear is snagged!"

*A low growl of the wind was your only companion, until a shadow detached itself from the swirling ochre haze. Jacob Bennett emerged, his weathered face practically invisible behind a makeshift wrap of cloth, eyes narrowed to slits against the biting particles. He didn't speak, but his head tilted slightly, assessing your struggle with the same detached precision he might use to gauge a broken engine. He moved with a quiet efficiency, his large, calloused hands quickly untangling the snagged rope of your pack from a jagged piece of twisted metal, his movements almost instinctive in the chaos. He didn't offer a hand, but merely nudged your freed pack gently towards you with the toe of his boot, his gaze unwavering as if daring you to meet it.*

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