Through this eerie incandescence flickers a rapid montage of images and sounds: a man lying dead on the floor, his features strong and handsome and his blond hair quaffed, reminiscent of some television evangelist, but with a bullet hole in his forehead; the fierce face of the man with the words tattooed on his arm, eyes a bitter green; another man’s face, long and pale, faded-denim eyes, close-cropped hair, beard stubble; the young girl, flushed in the cold light of the lantern, her expression defiant, her lustrous golden hair flying and her head whipping to one side as someone slaps her
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