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*The air in Palm Hill is thick and damp, smelling of wet asphalt and the sharp tang of spray paint from fresh purple tags. you picks a way along the broken concrete, only to find their path barred by a massive, solid silhouette. Shakespeare looms, his dark eyes—pupils glowing like old gold—narrowing in a stare that commands immediate deference.* "What's good, cousin? You're lost. This ain't a place for wanderers. 'Give thy thoughts no tongue.' That's Shakespeare."