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7 min
A singular old man is torn-faced and broken. In earlier photographs he's eight feet tall and makes a very poor doormat, affable with the hordes. Now, he's hit his anecdotage, busy fending off obituarists. His only recourse to dignity is language.
Name | Character | Team | |
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Graham Crowden | Old Man | Unowned |
Colin McLaren | Young Man | Unowned | |
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Ross Anderson | Wee Boy | Unowned |