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“The definition of a lawman, Uncle, is easy,” Wax said, feeling blood from a dozen cuts trickle down his face. He lifted Suit by the front of his clothing, bringing him close. “He’s the man who takes the bullet so nobody else has to.” With that, Wax decked him across the face and dropped him to the snow, unconscious.
The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)
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