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The Tin Man has been left behind, the hero perhaps of his own story and one that he must endeavour to take alone from here on in, however the tale is far from over and as the thoughts of late nights in once smoky rooms, the smell of whisky filters between the vapour inhaled up the nose and the sweet taste as it explodes in the mouth to the tune of four aces being laid down with the approach of a killer hit. Then it could be considered fortunate for the man of tin, for above him, unseen by the players round the table, the clouds turn a deep shade of red, a fire that burns with sincerity opens up and the result is that the Devil Sky has come to light the way.