To some he looks like a man passing through the country, limping, with one arm, and suffering from some terrible wound. To others he seems to be haunting the townships, swathed in shadows, the edges of his garments never quite beginning or ending. No one is quite sure where they have seen him. His features are uncertain. Nevertheless, they seem to understand that it is him.

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