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((TL;DR The younger brother of Malakai 'The Wendigo' Grae has just touched down from Boston. He'll be in town from time to time.))
Nicky stepped off a rickety, falling apart bus. He tucked his wallet into his back pocket and pulled the port-town stench that only Hathian could retain. His eyes traced the streets and he sensed one thing, opportunity.
The lad didn't take long to get acquainted, pacing the streets and finding the graveyard where his late, great brother resides. Pushing past a set of wrought-iron gates he trudged through the loose earth of the graveyard and came to a tombstone with one word etched into it. 'Wendigo.' Dangling from the stone was a necklace, a devil tarot-card on a black leather string. He helped himself to it and clipped it around his neck. "Funny," he said to the stone. "I always thought I'd be the first to die, yet here you are brother. Times weren't that great to ya', eh? Suppose, that's what you get for bein' a downright lunatic." Nicky chuckled, sat, and rested his back against the stone. He looked up at the slowly rising sun and spent the morning with his brother. He vowed many a thing, including, reviving the Grae name. There used to be a time where all knew of the Grae's, now? They fade into obscurity like a shadow against sunlight.
Where does he go from here? Only time will tell.
"Collaborate, don't dictate."
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