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... ies," said the cowboy who had just walked into the bar. "Two bottles of Flat Earth Island porter."
The cowboy sported a neatly trimmed mustache and a full gray beard. His face was sharp-edged, weathered by wind and time, rough to the point of near abrasion. A scar nearly 8 cm long ran from the corner of his right eye, almost ruining what might have once been a handsome face. He didn’t look young anymore. He looked like the kind of man who’d grown up hard on Mar Sara.
"Augustus, s ...
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