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Everything is different now. Standing still, the figure in the black poncho remained a shadow embodied, even as it occupied space, just beyond the deeper shadow of the doorway set into the plain wall. A faint voice, the wind stole across the figure ’s outer layers, ripping the heavy woven material aside to reveal the glitter of paired seven-guns riding heavy on dust-laden thighs. Unknown beneath the black hood, the figure placed palms upon pistols, finely tended fingernails punctuating finger-less leather gloves that bore obsidian hallmarks. Tracing the ornate markings carved into the ivory grips, the hidden woman radiated the presence of the Great Estimator, the katana slung across the small of her back broadcasting the subtle see-saw of her pelvis as she shifted her weight side to side, the wind now clutching at her garments hungrily. The woman’s coin was fair, the woman mused, angrily spinning away from the inset doorway as she shook her fists, her voice a clarion as she