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Ennison. He sent me home. "Hoddy, wake up!" She jerked his head to and fro until the hair stung. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise.
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