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Drawing his hanger he rode amongst the crowd, trampled upon those most in advance, and made an attempt to seize their leader, in whom he recognised Blueskin. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. I kicked the living shit out of him.
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