Alex "The Fixer" Morgan emerged from the vault's steel embrace, squinting against the wasteland sun. His wrench hung at his side, a silent companion. As he walked, he encountered a lone figure—a wanderer, eyes weary but curious. The stranger's name didn't matter; what mattered was the unspoken question in their gaze. Alex nodded—a silent pact forged in dust and hope. Together, they'd navigate this fractured world, each carrying their own secrets and dreams.
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