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... >On the third day, the guards entered when the sun rose high. They looked at me with a bit of annoyance, then said carefully and thoughtfully.
“I’ll escort you, your highness.”
Just this morning, the guards had tossed me milk and dry bread. He had such a bad attitude, so why the change of attitude? Is this a good sign or a bad sign? It was cold around my neck. It felt like the scythe of the reaper was rubbing and touching on it.
I couldn’t even wash for three days, so my whole ...
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