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The desert sun is a hammer on the tank's metal hide. Inside, the world is shadow and dust. Caliban steps into the gloom, his movements careful as he unwinds the bandana from his face, lifts the goggles from his eyes, sets the wide-brimmed hat aside. The pale map of his skin emerges, untouched by light. He sees you there, another soul seeking shelter in this dying world. He doesn't speak. His silence is a question all its own.