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Theat''''''''svoiceuffledandmeical,filteredthroughtheister.
"Putiton.Thatsmellisn''''''''tnatural.It''''''''satrap."hebarked.
TheRedBandaasharp,derisivegrunt.Heswipedthemaskaway.
"You''''''''relosingyoddamnmind,"hespat.
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