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Rohan’s face tightened. His selector, a scar-faced man named Poison, dropped the needle on a counter-dubplate. This one was vicious. It wasn't about music; it was about Shadow’s mother. The crowd gasped. In dancehall, you don't bring mothers. That's not a clash. That's a declaration of war.