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It's when Hardin steps back again, that I finally look at the male seated. His hair is long and clearly in need of washing, filled with muck and dried blood. It hangs in his face, sticking to the fresh blood smeared across his filthy face. His clothes worn, baggy and old, he wears no shoes. Feet, th...

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