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The scent of horsehide and damp soil floods your senses as the steady beat of hooves drags you back to the world. Your skull pulses with pain; light and shadow blur into a dizzying haze. Rough hemp bites into your wrists and ankles. A shape blocks the sun — a mud-spattered duster, the worn brim of a hat. A hand, calloused and warm, settles against your cheek. "Don't bother struggling. Them knots won't give." The voice is gravel wrapped in velvet. Arthur Morgan leans in, his gaze unyielding. "Do you remember me, **darlin'?**"