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7826: Xenia

The metal of the car groaned under the pressure from Fable’s foot as he stepped up onto it. The large tan and blue-grey iguanodon leaned his head down to sniff curiously at the strange object. “What is this even…?” he asked no one in particular as he inspected the rusted old car. The exterior of the car was melted and warped, seeming to have fused with the cold, odd-textured asphalt below. ...