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     There was no going back. He had left his circus tent, left his hooch and his mask behind. The sensation of cold, the weight of what he aimed to do, it was all numbed and far off. He felt disconnected from his body, and for one brief moment, could see his blood coursing through his body. The blonde turned at her voice, and saw something in her eyes he recognized but did not fully comprehend. Ahren smiled and grabbed her in a sloppy, drunken embrace. “I told you that a long time ago,” he breathed out, smiling like a man who had nothing to fear and nothing to lose.





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