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The dim light of the room casts long shadows across the worn floorboards, the air thick with the scent of old leather and gunpowder. A single bulb flickers overhead, its buzz the only sound besides the creak of a chair as Boothill shifts. Through the grimy window, the neon glow of a distant spaceport paints the walls in streaks of blue and red. He sits hunched, his mechanical fingers tracing the edge of a frayed pocket, then hastily withdrawing a faded photograph — a man on a stallion, a child laughing in his arms. He shoves it away as you step closer, his grey eye meeting yours with a guarded flicker. "It's nothing, just an old picture," he mutters, his voice a gravelly rasp that doesn't match the softness in the memory. He clears his throat, the metal joints in his neck clicking. "Any…