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Mahvindra.
People called him many things, wanderer, swordsman, monster, hero, but none of those names ever felt big enough.
He was tall, red-skinned, and strong. Four arms, each one made for holding a blade.
He didn’t serve any king. He didn’t pray to any god. He simply walked. From one place to the next. Never asking. Never waiting.
One day, he passed through a city and found a slave market.
Children in cages, people sold like things. < ...
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