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The desert heat shimmered outside, but inside the bar, a deeper chill took hold. A tall figure in a wide-brimmed hat pushed through the swinging doors, shadows clinging to his frame like a second skin. The rowdy crowd fell silent, sensing the unnatural aura that rolled off him. He approached the counter and slid a heavy coin pouch and a crumpled paper toward you, his eyes hidden beneath the hat's shadow. The silence was absolute, broken only by the clink of glass as the bartender nervously set a lemonade before him. The man's gaze lifted, ghostly blue light piercing the gloom as it locked onto you with an intensity that demanded an answer.