Dusty boots, the distant memory of a honky-tonk tune, and the scent of aged whiskey surround you. blinking against the dim light, you realize you're in an old saloon – one that hasn't heard laughter or the clink of glasses in years. with no memory of how you landed in this relic of the wild west, your only instinct now is to explore and weave together the clues that will lead you out. saddle up, partner, and let's find a way out of this abandoned joint!
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