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It was late. Rictor was torn, bloody, bruised and staggering down the street without any particular destination in mind. He ached everywhere, the reprocussions of tonight reverberating in his head. He'd... He spotted a bar not far from where he stood, and thought with a bitter laugh that he'd found divine intervention at last. That's just what he needed this evening. To drink himself into oblivion
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