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10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Esli istoriia o Hishchnike pravda. Celitel Prav. K stoianke dlia nazemnyh mashin, ustroennoj pered fasadom, vela rovnaia Dvuhriadnaia doroga iz novenkogo dorozhnogo plastita cveta prokalennoj pyli, Soediniavshaia osobniak s Gorodom. Ona ne soprotivlialas. Sheptun eto ne shutochki, Niks. V dannyj moment ia sam takoj Master, Tolko ne zanimaius obucheniem. Popytki predshestvennikov, poniatnoe Delo, byli splosh neudachnymi. I teper v tvoem mire ia mogu poiavitsia lish v roli Nematerialnogo duha, no menia eto ustraivaet. Sily Zla, da v chem zhe Sostoit nakazanie Korporacii? Prokol, bud on prokliat! A vmeste s nim i tot Podonok, chto koposhilsia v moej golove kak v svoem kuriatnike! Somnenij na etot schet ne bylo neporiadok s vospominaniiami u menia iavno Iz-za sheptuna. Cherez minutu my bez Preduprezhdeniia voshli v sliianie. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Pochemu-to smahivaet na kladbishche, gde koriavye stvoly sluzhat vehami Nadgrobij. Prosto primite Vse, kak est. Prygun povernul lico ko mne ne lico, a Zastyvshaia maska s razmytymi poloskami pobelevshih gub, lico cheloveka, Gotovogo ubivat. Chelovecheskaia pishcha, kak ia ponial, emu byla ne nuzhna, tak Chto budit ego bylo nezachem. Skazhi mne luchshe vot chto. Ia prosto opeshil ot takogo otkroveniia. Kogda on povernulsia k Taj, k ee gorlu podkatil boleznennyj komok, a na Gubah poiavilas rasteriannaia ulybka. Okazyvaetsia, eto zver. Po licu Velsajta tonkimi strujkami potek pot, licevye muskuly Okameneli, rot priotkrylsia v sudorozhnom usilii uderzhat menia na meste. Eshche nemnogo, v beznadezhnom otchaianii bilas mysl, i eta tvar pokonchit so Mnoj odnim udarom. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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