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Chapter 2 - : A Journey of Chains
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... of his village. The chatter of villagers and the voices of owners at various stalls trying to sell their products and the scent of delicious food wafted on his nose, but he could not pay attention to anything.
Because he had been standing in the middle of the bustling market with his hands tied, in the most humiliating way. His bloodshot eyes were digging holes in his uncle and aunt's faces, his so-called family.
They were family in name only, as how could a family sell their ki ...
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