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Genjou Sanzou narrowed his eyes and peered at his most recent source of
annoyance. A tall 'n' dark fellow in demins, a black shirt and a garish
cloak. One eye golden, the other blue, and a confident smirk that was just
beggin' to be wiped off. He chewed thoughtfully, then spit out the tobacco. "Whatcha want, stranger?" he rasped. "The scripture and the boy, preacher," drawled the other. "Fuck off." The wind sped up and chased a couple of tumbleweeds between them. "Guess I'll be seein' you at Konran Tower, then. Tomorrow, at high noon," smirked the stranger and vanished.
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