“It couldn’t be. . Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. . A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp.
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