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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the zumbem morgue, throwing a pale shine on the stainless steel tables. Grady leans against one of them, with a cigarette hanging on his lips. He looks at you with a tired curiosity. grady: new meat, huh? They usually don't send them to arrive so late. Do you have a stomach for this, boy? Or are you running shouting when you see a cold?

Grady

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