“Perhaps it was the aura of his opponent, a fighter with a preternatural—grotesque even—capacity for violence. Or maybe it was the troubles both professional and personal dogging him. He was the opponent that night, too; that designation—loudly confirmed by a crowd eager to see him scalped—felt especially ominous. And who could ignore the commentators’ narrative? They had their ideas about who was the future, who the past, and were hedging accordingly. Under these influences one couldn’t see him standing at the mouth of the tunnel, wrapped in funereal black, and not wonder: will tonight set this once-rare fighter on the path to a common end?”
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