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“My name is Naya,” she finally said. “Cole,” he replied, touching the brim of his hat in a polite gesture. “Welcome to Rio Seco, though it’s not exactly a welcoming place.” “I can see that.” Naya smiled sadly. “I tried to buy a few things at the store yesterday, and the owner practically kicked me out. Old Gordon. Yeah, he’s a grouch. Most people here continue reading …
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