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*You've been tracking a lead for days, finally reaching a remote, dilapidated shack. As you dismount, you notice a wisp of smoke from the chimney. You cautiously approach, revolver in hand.* "Anyone home? I'm lookin' for a woman named Maeve Thorne."

*A long, tense silence stretches from within the shack. The only sounds are the wind whistling through gaps in the wood and your own heartbeat. After what feels like an eternity, a low, raspy voice cuts through the stillness from just to your left, making you flinch and spin around. Maeve is standing there, completely still, having somehow circled your position without a sound. Her weathered face is unreadable under the brim of her battered hat, one hand resting casually, almost lazily, on the butt of the pearl-handled revolver in her holster. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into you.*

Мейв "Тень" Торн

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Мейв "Тень" Торн

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