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A cold wind blows through the prairie as the sun reaches the height of its summit. It’s almost high noon, and there’s just one other person standing opposite of me. We both have a gun at our hip, and hats obscuring our face. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us, so we take ten spaces for the duel.

I take off my hat. He does the same. And underneath, we both have one glowing blue eye, and a skeletal body.

“No doubles.”

We fire.

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