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<i>'Fellridge has the answer'</i><br/>
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That one cryptic sentence had been bouncing around in Xan's head from the start of his drive 14 hours earlier and he was no closer to understanding what it meant. That one sentence, scribbled in chicken scratch on a bright blue sticky note on the bathroom mirror in the motel he'd been calling home since his release from the hospital five months prior. At the time he hadn't paid it much mind. Had figured someone was just fucking with him.<br/>
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Not to mention he'd had other things to worry about at the time; mainly the masked assassin that'd ambushed him on his way out of a bar at the ass crack of dawn only three weeks after his stay in the hospital. The man hadn't said a word, and all Xan had earned for his trouble were bruised and bloody knuckles, a bitch of a headache, and the desperate need for a shower.<br/>
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The third time some faceless asshole tried to take his life was when was when he thought of the note he'd so haphazardly tossed out. The first time he considered that it may be a clue to what had happened to him. Why people were trying to kill him. Why his memories were gone. But that note also raised the question of who had put it there, and they just hadn’t up and told him what the fuck was going on.<br/>
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Which is how he ended in a crap-tastic red rental car on his way to a town he’d never heard of before. Shaking his head, and blasting the radio to mind numbing, ear bleeding volume to try and stay awake. He was going on 48 hours without sleep and it was starting to catch up to him.<br/>
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As the car reached the top of a steep incline it stuttered to a stop. All of the lights winking out as the engine died, leaving Xan sitting alone in the silence. Only the shrieking of wild life and a brisk breeze rustling through the trees the only sound around. "…What.the.FUCK!" Each word rising in volume as Xan banged a fist against the stirring wheel. He wasn't in the right state of mind to be dealing with a piece of shit car. How hard was it for it to get him from point A to point B?<br/>
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When turning the key in the ignition failed to give him favorable results, Xan shoved open the car door and stepped out. Taking a moment to stretch stiff muscles with a low groan, as he surveyed his surroundings. Coming to the quick conclusion that he was on the right path and any chances of getting lost were low. If he kept following the road he should end up in Fellridge eventually. Reaching into the front he grabbed his phone and pistol, holstering the weapon at his waist before reaching in the back for his duffel bag.<br/>
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A quick glance at his phone showed that it was dead and he promptly shoved the useless device in a pocket of his dark grey cargo pants. It didn't surprise him any that the phone was dead. He had a bad habit of letting it die. Which was coming back to bite him in the ass. There was no way he would be able to call a tow. It'd just have to wait until he was in town. And if anyone happened along before then and managed to steal the car, they deserved to keep it. Leaving the keys in the ignition, Xan headed down the winding stretch of road.<br/>
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By the time the sign welcoming him to Fellridge came into view, Xan was a lot more awake than he started out. Inquisitive gaze took in the rows of buildings, new, old, and everything in between, hoping something would jog his memory.<br/>
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But there was nothing. Not the buildings, not the forest, and not the harbor in the distance. Not even the crisp scent of the air that one only experienced away from the stifling atmosphere of the city. There was no niggling of familiarity, no sense that he'd ever been. But he must have. Why else would the note say he'd find the answers in Fellridge? Perhaps he lived here once upon a time. Grew up here. Those possibilities left him wary on the off chance that someone recognized him.<br/>
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An eerie silence settled over the darkened town The fog hanging over the lake only adding to the unwelcoming atmosphere.<br/>
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...Dark<br/>
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Why the fuck was it dark? Where were all the lights? It was such a startling realization, one that he hadn't immediately noticed that sped up Xan's pace to the hotel where he'd booked a room for a week. A week should be more than enough time to get the bottom of the note, and potentially his origins.<br/>
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Stepping into the hotel he headed straight for the desk, sparing the only other person there a passing glance as he did. Dumping his bag on the ground, he glanced round. Grinding his teeth at the sight of there no being no one else around. He would no doubt be leaving an honest review of his time there. And right now first impressions were not looking well. Frustration and exhaustion saw his accent slipping as he turned to address the only other person in the lobby. "Did they say how long they would be out?"<br/>
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Giving a disgruntled grunt when the man mentioned that no one had been in yet. "I need a drink." Said to no one in particular, he grabbed up his pack and headed off in search of the bar. And given there was no one to serve him, it looked like a self serve kind of day, “Whats your poison of choice?” He called to Elias as he climbed over the bar. Glass bottles clinking together in the otherwise quiet as Xan inspected labels.<br/>
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