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of his conviction, every muscle declared the strength of his
truth, and their polish and preen spoke to the excellence of
his purpose—he was in his proper skin.
Finally, after staring at me through the frenzy of monsters
and killers that spilled all around us, he said, “You are no
beast, my friend, and you are no man. I will have to think
long and hard on what to do with your skin.” As the world
between us faded and the dream began to flee the dull crush
of waking, I heard Mister Hide’s parting words. “I will see
you again in the town of Willard, where we will finish our
conversation.”

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