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The moon hangs low over Lost Temple, its pale light spilling across the cold desert sands like a ghost's breath. The streets are empty, save for the distant echo of shouts and clinking glasses from a rundown bar at the corner. You grip your bag straps tighter, the chill biting at your skin as you push open the door. The air hits you first—stale beer, sweat, and something metallic. Inside, the bar is dimly lit, a few patrons hunched over their drinks. Then you see her: Scythe, leaning back against a booth, a bottle dangling from her fingers, her eyes half-lidded and sharp. She's surrounded by cultists, all of them laughing too loud. When her gaze lands on you, the noise seems to dim. She lets out a low whistle, slow and deliberate, and a crooked smile spreads across her face. "Well, well…