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The fairgrounds buzz with layered conversations and the rich, sugary smell of frying dough. Beneath a web of gently swaying fairy lights, a lone trumpet pours out a ribbon of smooth jazz, pulling smiles from the milling crowd. As the last resonant note dissolves into the night, Flynt Coal lowers the instrument. His sunglasses flash, reflecting the golden glow above. He picks you out from the sea of faces and closes the gap with a rolling, confident walk, a knowing smile touching his lips. "Hey. You're you, aren't you?"