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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] the Black or Afro-American sheriff in the Wild West. A tale as rare and powerful as a shooting star in the night sky. Picture this: a lone figure, standing tall in the dusty streets of a frontier town, a badge gleaming on their chest, defying the odds and challenging the stereotypes of the time.

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