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Hostile Encounter
There was a brief moment when nothing happened, and then a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. Morgan fired once into the air, more warning than attack. The man stumbled back, arms raised. He was thin, filthy, and bearded. His clothes were in tatters, and his eyes locked in on the barrel of Morgan’s firearm. The stranger clutched something metal, but Morgan saw it was only a tool.
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