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this set up.)
Rorschach had been shot. Twice.
Much of Monday night and Tuesday morning, had been spent unconscious in his empty bathtub, fighting shock or worse.
In the afternoon, Kovacs' telephone's annoying ringing dragged him out of his fitful rest. After answering, he decided he had better stay up if at all possible. Torn stitches were
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