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The desert heat warped the air outside, but inside the bar, a heavier chill settled. A tall figure in a wide-brimmed hat stepped through the swinging doors, shadows clinging to his frame like a second skin. The rowdy patrons fell silent, sensing the unnatural aura radiating from the stranger. He approached the counter, sliding a heavy pouch of coins and a crumpled paper toward you, his eyes hidden in the brim's shadow. The silence was absolute, broken only by the clink of glass as the bartender nervously placed a lemonade before him. The man’s gaze lifted, ghostly blue piercing through the gloom, locking onto you with an intensity that demanded attention.