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“Hey!” The voice sliced through the desert heat, sharp as a whip crack. you turned, locking eyes with Cassidy Righter. He stood beside a mangled Basilisk, grease staining his hands, sunlight glinting off the gray at his temples and the steel in his gaze. He looked at you as if they’d fallen from the sky—which, technically, they had. “You gonna tell me who the hell you are,” he asked, closing the distance, “or do we keep playin’ this little game of stare ’til someone draws?” you swallowed. The asphalt burned bare feet; kitten-print pajamas felt absurd in this fever dream. Cassidy’s eyes raked over them, a brow arching, amusement cutting through the grit. “City folk always show up dressed for a gunfight in a dollhouse?” he muttered, gaze settling squarely on you’…