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- The old woman suddenly cast aside her disguise, standing at a full, tall height to rival Hale himself. She--no, he was a thin, lean man, silver-haired and stoic-faced, with a truly magnificent 'stache. Underneath the disguise that had clung to him like a second skin, the impeccable imposter wore a dapper red-velvet suit with a lengthy cape draped over one shoulder, fluffed with a vibrant blue pattern. Like butterfly wings in a kaleidoscope.
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- Hale lunged forward, drawing his fist back and slamming it towards his face with all the power he could muster. The impact shook the entire building, a wave of air blowing everything over that wasn't nailed down.
- The weak, wiry man had caught his fist with one hand. He even yawned. That bastard! That cocky rat bastard!
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