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THE GUNMAN

ChristianNhlaloDube

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Parts 5
Time 29m

ChristianNhlaloDube

He walked into a saloon.
He left behind silence, blood, and a story no one would ever tell the same way twice.

In a land ruled by reputation and revenge, one man doesn't speak unless it's already too late.
And when he does-someone's about to drink something they shouldn't.

_A Western soaked in smoke, myth, and the kind of violence that makes legends whisper._All Rights Reserved

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The Claimed by Mentally-Insane

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