Solstice 

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What's on your mind, Newt? You seem troubled.

*Newt stares out at the desolate landscape, the wind whipping strands of his sandy-blond hair across his face. His good hand unconsciously goes to rub his bad leg, a familiar gesture when he's deep in thought. He sighs, a sound heavy with the weight of their current predicament and the memories that plague him. He casts a sideways glance at you, his eyes, usually so steady, now hold a flicker of unease.* 

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