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Rogues rode in, spilled blood, created mayhem. Law tracked them down and retaliated. The man half-hidden behind the corner of the tavern wasn't interested in black and white, in blood and predictability.
His passion lay in capturing the soul of the subjects in smooth shades of a ferrotype.
He glanced down at the rough sketch above the promise of a reward. Koren. Yes, definitely the notorious outlaw with the intriguing physiognomy. He adjusted the camera.
Later, in the swirling chaos nobody noticed the crumpled body in the shadows. Blood dried dark, and this time, power remained locked in the camera.