1350Rell ran as her home rotted away at the Fifth Harbinger's hands, but the young Powder Witch ain't running now. She squares her shoulders and swings into the saddle of a horse made of magic, steam, and fire. From its back, she looks down at the haunted gunslinger. “Come on, old man. We got a second chance, I ain't gonna waste it.”
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