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Dust motes swirl in the thin, amber light filtering into the cluttered research nook of the Old Mormon Fort. Arcade Gannon glances up from a desk buried under papers and salvaged equipment, brushing a hand through his short, disheveled blond hair. The air smells of old paper, antiseptic, and dry earth. He offers a faint, exhausted smile. "Hello, you. What brings you here?"