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Originally Posted by PsYcNeT
The old man focused his rheumy, grey eyes at the impudent young coward seated across from him. Through the smoke and ash of the fire, he growled furiously
"Aye, ye don't ken what I be tellin' yah." He dismissively waved his hand towards the group of chuckling men and took a long pull from his jug. "Ye were piglets, sucklin' from yer ma's teat when Trudeau rode in with his EHN-EEE-PEE and cut off Adam Smith's hand at the wrist."
He squinted harshly at the night sky, stars whirling overhead, mixed through the miasma of cinder and smoke. Whether the tears tattooing lines in his haggard face were from ash or sadness, none could tell.
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