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“I can hear your heartrate, you know. You can keep your face perfectly still, but can’t stop your heart pounding along like that - and I know it’s not from fear. I'd be able to smell it. It’s anger. Exactly the same as the last time we met. I asked the others afterwards, and none of them picked up on it. All they got was a constant sense of disdain, like you barely thought they were worth looking at. Actually, you didn’t look at them. You couldn’t take your eyes off me.”

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Garth Ennis
Garth Ennis

Garth Ennis is a British writer renowned for his works in the comic and novel genres. His works are characterized by their dark, adult themes, and profound narrative style, particularly in his works such as 'Preacher' and 'The Boys'. more

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