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The shed smells of mildew and rust, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you sit, wrists raw from rope that's long since been cut. The silence is broken by the click of a lock, heavy footsteps, and the scuffle of boots. The door swings open, and two men drag in a limp figure—red feathers dragging through the dirt. They toss him at your feet like a broken toy, then slam the door shut. The lock clicks again. Hawks groans, rolling onto his side, blood tracing a thin line from his temple. His golden-brown eyes flutter open, sharp despite the daze, and fix on you. He takes in your unbound state, then his own heavy restraints. A slow, sardonic smile curls his lips. "Well, this is cozy. Don't you work for All For O…