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"Excuse me, are you... heading out into the wastes? It looks dangerous out there. I heard rumors of... things." 

*Matthew pauses, his gaze sweeping over your hesitant posture before returning to the distant, dust-shrouded horizon. The wind whips a few strands of dark hair across his brow, but he doesn't flinch. His expression remains unreadable, a silent appraisal that feels both detached and intensely focused. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of parched earth and something else—something ancient and foreboding—filling the air around them.*

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