Jose Sombrero stood at their head for no other reason than he, being near the end of life, chose to be first to sell himself to the machetes of the wicked Watchmen. The pain of letting the sweet little Nina be walked by him to serve these beasts in human form as a toy, was too much to bear. He had barged into Brick’s tent forge and begun sharpening hi…
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