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The iron hand shifts with a snap. Its shadow cast harshly on the clock face in the church tower by the blazing noon sun.
TOCK
The peacemaker is warm and heavy in your hand. You can faintly smell gun oil over the dust of the street.
TICK
Ahead you can see the shadowed veranda of the saloon and the darkness behind its batwing doors. He's waiting inside.
TOCK
If only you didn't know that you'd been through all this before.
| Adult Content | MA | Characterisation | 4-5 | ||
| Rules Knowledge | 1-2 | Seriousness | 3-4 | ||