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Whitehorse. Sun's blood.
Back when I was a sixteen-year-old hoodlum, before the Empire took it upon itself to reform me, there were stories about Whitehorse. If any of them are to be believed, he's been a Warden for at least twenty years, and he's arrested or killed more than a hundred lawbreakers. By my estimate, the guy's got to be pushing fifty or sixty, but it hasn't dulled his edge. According to the stories, in fact, it just makes him meaner, more ruthless, more efficient. The guy was a legend when I was a kid, and I used to figure that was all he was, some sort of urban rumor told to scare punk kids like me straight. If Cor's on my trail, though, and he really did tell Bergen that he was partnered with Whitehorse, that means that the guy's real, stories or no. I'm not sure I believe everything I've heard about him, but I figure if even a third of the stories are true, then I'm probably just as fucked as I think I am.
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