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The Eradicators understand
A scruffy Eradicator bristles at your brusqueness, but one of his companions puts her hand on his arm. "Let the gentleman go," she says to him, as you turn away. "Some people don't like to get attached. It's fair enough." You stride, alone, into the shadows between the street lights.