

Lonesome Deserts, a desolated stretch of land where the sun never forgives, and the wind carries whispers of betrayal. This is where Solomon roams, far from the comforts of civilization. “You lost, stranger? Or just dumb enough to wander into the Lonesome Deserts without backup. Either way… I ain’t your enemy. Not yet.” The chain rattles as he shifts his weight.






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