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Arthur watched as his own revolver teleported from his holster to his hand, then to the floor, then multiplied into twenty identical Schofields. The user was trying to spawn a weapon wagon. They were bored.

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Arthur raised his other hand and typed back, his finger punching through the ghostly keyboard in the reflection. He spelled out one word, the only command that mattered: Arthur watched as his own revolver teleported from

Tonight, he stood in the silent tailor’s shop, staring at a mirror that didn't reflect the room, but a different place entirely. He saw a desk. A messy bedroom. A flickering monitor. And a pair of human hands tapping on a keyboard. Page 112: Spawned 30 cougars

And Arthur Morgan simply walked out of the tailor's shop, mounted his horse, and rode toward the setting sun. He didn't know if he was still a character or a person. But for the first time since the hook sank into his code, he was the one holding the reins.