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One Leg, No Name

The night was cold and still, dark save for the lights that lined the empty streets.  The moon hung its heavy head low in the sky like a watching vagrant.  The automatic glass door at the entrance slid open as we arrived.  A man in a ragged denim jacket with long knotted black hair well below his shoulders stood in the corner closest to the sliding door staring at calling cards.  His beard grew long and thick and greyed in streaks across his face.  He held no expression, but there was a weight to his tired eyes.  They were too familiar.  I felt like I’d known him from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where. 

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