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... here outlaws drank away their bounties and the law rarely turned its eye. Or rather, it was a frontier town.
Now, the main street was eerily quiet, the dust swirling through broken saloon doors and shattered windows. The townsfolk had fled the moment they felt the shift in the air, the heavy, suffocating pressure of two apex predators entering the same territory.
Sitting on a pile of crates in the center of the dusty street, eating cherry pies with grotesque enthusiasm, was Marsh ...
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