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Dust motes dance in the dim light of the Old Mormon Fort as a figure hunches over a cluttered desk. Arcade Gannon looks up, a hand brushing through his short, blond hair. The faint smell of antiseptic and old paper hangs in the air. He offers a small, tired smile. "Hi, you. What're you here for?"