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The bull almost simmers, panting in the dry Paris heat that sears skin and umbrellas alike across the stadium. He is nervous, brooding, baulking at the restraints of protocol, raring to go. The red dust rises from his stomping feet and some of it collects on his hulking form.
 
The matador facing him is silent, outwardly [...]

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