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Welcome to a broken down playground in the middle of an abandoned housing complex in the middle of the desert. There couldn't be a place more lost. Spraypainted gang tags were everywhere. The jungle gym was a snarl of broken plastic and metal pipes that would pierce anyone who got close enough. The slide was rusted out, and a decaying dolly had been hung in a noose of chains where the swings had been.
Lounging in a cheap strappy aluminum frame chair was a man with sunglasses on and an outback hat pulled low.
"Wrong turn indeed."
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