| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - His right hand was inside his jacket pressing against his left shoulder, but then he pulled it away, eyes wide as he examined it.His hand was drenched in blood.Her eyes shifted back to his face, and there was a look in his eyes--a look that said he would screwed up again, maybe this time more than could be fixed.Glass must've??? shifted, he stammered.
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