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In the center of the frame stood the man they call Dredd. He was a silhouette cut from granite, leaning back against a worn leather chaise that looked like it had seen a thousand stories. He didn't say much. He didn't need to. His reputation preceded him, a physical weight that pressed against the walls of the set.

"It’s just business, Dan," Dredd said finally, the smile widening into a grin that flashed gold and confidence. "And business is good." dan dangler and dredd

“Poetry doesn’t combust.”

“Obviously.”

Dredd turned toward the cargo hold. He paused at the hatch. “For the record. I still don’t trust you.” In the center of the frame stood the man they call Dredd

“Nobody looks there.”