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Chapter 2: Seven Snakes
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... h wagons frightened him, despite being nearly twenty-five years old.
So why was he in the midst of a brutal gang fight in the smog-filled alleys lined with pulsating pipes that churned green?
Before he could answer that question himself, a straight punch cracked his nose from tip to base, causing blood to spurt and bone to fragment as he staggered backwards, tumbling over broken wooden boxes filled with grimy, gooey trash. He didn’t even know why the two gangs were fighting, only tha ...
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