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    "description": "I've thanked God for this mask more times than I can count. It reflects most everything; keeps me on the safe side of whatever's coming at me. Most times…\n\nDust storm left me no recourse. Came to a small encampment of refugees from Freehold, now buried. Most of them were workers at the old BrayTech facility, none too happy to see an Exo. One of them began to play a rueful tune on a cobbled-together string instrument. To this day, I haven't forgotten the words he sang:\n\nLet me tell ya now \nBout the time the Devil walked through my door\nSaid oh, let me tell ya now\nBout the time the Devil walked through that door\nAin't nothin', nobody\nCould hold me down anymore\n\nIt was mine, all mine\nDevil gave me that golden ring\nIt was mine, all mine\nDevil made me laugh and sing\nBut little by little\nThe Devil took my everything\n\nIt was wailin' and gnashin'\nWhen the Devil did his dirty work\nJust wailin' and gnashin'\nWhen the Devil did his dirty work\nOh, what a fool had I been\nThinkin' I was above the dirt\n\nIn the dirt, they were buried\nMade me blue to see that red\nIn the dirt, they were buried\nMade me blue to see that red\nDevil took no pity\nLeft me no place to rest my head\n\nLord, help the Devil\nHow'd he get to be so cruel\nLord, help that Devil\nHow'd he get to be so cruel\nThat mean old Devil\nWas just some other devil's fool\n\nThis mask reflected the gaunt faces of the survivors, but it didn't hide me. I could feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. They saw their own pain in me. The accusatory glances stopped then, and a sad understanding remained. Because we all knew, this place will never be the same.",
    "name": "Blight Ranger",
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  "subtitle": "It reflects whatever it sees, no matter how ugly.",
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