Back-Winterbottom_Camp-79B&W Burned RV_RESIZE

Winterbottom relays
a conversation with the residents of this charred skeleton of a motor home: “It was Slipper’s place, and they barely got her out alive. She’s an alchemist, makes concoctions, and it just
blew up on Christmas Eve.” The speaker leaned in face-to-face, a rugged handsomeness surrounding soft azure eyes, tattoos visible along his knuckles. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Nick, but I go by the name of Detour.”

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