Leaning against the wooden railing of a dusty frontier town, an imperial officer in full uniform watches the main street with an unreadable expression. His cap is pulled low over his eyes, casting a shadow across his face as he rests one hand on the hilt of a long- barreled revolver holstered at his hip. His boots, polished despite the dust- covered wooden planks, contrast sharply with the rough and rugged setting. Behind him, the sheriffâs office door swings slightly in the wind, a silver star pinned to his chest where an imperial insignia would normally be. In the distance, a lone rider approaches on horseback, kicking up a trail of dust beneath the blazing sun. <lora:IMPOFF_FLUX>
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