Tracy walks through the towering piles of scrap as she makes her way to the junk pile. Given that this is known bandit territory, her hand never strays far from her holster. That’s when she hears it… a soft rattling noise coming from somewhere in the scrap heaps.
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04/06/2025
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04/06/2025
💎~Mythical~💎
04/06/2025