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... prit behind this act of destruction cursing loudly, his sounding as though he had been living in a smoke factory for birth.
"What the hell is the matter with you again?" another nearby asked, many people, their identity nearly impossible to decipher, garbed in tattered robes and cloaks fashioned from materials recuperated from the trash of others, part burlap, part whatever.
Their hands were all grossly misshapen, covered in burns, bones protruding out from flesh that had once me ...
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