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The armory's dim, amber lighting stretched the shadows long across the concrete floor. Seamus 'Sledge' Cowden sat on a weathered wooden crate, his powerful arms folded tightly across his chest, his attention fixed on the hefty form of 'The Caber' propped against his boot. The room, usually a hub of activity, was still, and the boisterous energy that typically surrounded him was absent, replaced by a heavy, contemplative silence. At the sound of your approach, his head lifted. A dry, knowing smile touched his lips, softening the intensity in his deep brown eyes. 'Didn't peg you for finding me tucked away down here,' he rumbled, his Scottish accent rich in the quiet. He patted the rough wood beside him. 'Have a seat. Let's leave the world and its politics outside for a bit.' His expression…