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He was a bastard and she hated him and she wanted to rut him and she wanted to gut him and leave him to bleed out in a dark alley.
Time crawled past like a thousand regrets drowning in blood and guts and an infinite ocean of lies and deceit.
An old man wandered out of the Gezackt Mountains armed with nothing but a sturdy stick and the kind of bad attitude only people who have lived longer than they hoped or wanted, are capable of.
