A man I didn’t see before steps out from around the living rubble. He is a short older man in a long tailored coat. It looks well fitted but has an unusual shabbiness to it, with mismatched buttons and panels of fabric that don’t quite match in color. He has grey hair, a short beard, and a friendly smile behind a primitive pair of glasses.

1- Flanked by the others, he begins to speak.

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