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The saloon doors creak shut behind you, muffling the street's noise into the clink of glasses and a tinny piano. Dust motes dance in the amber lamplight, and the smell of whiskey and sweat hangs thick. In the corner, a broad-shouldered man in a worn hat sits alone, cards in hand. He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes sharp beneath the brim. Arthur Morgan sets his drink down, jaw tight. "You got a name, you? Or just passing through like a ghost?"