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... te that befell the Crimson Caravan and those packs that bought the stolen goods from them.
And Karl, for all his softness, for all his screaming panic, wanted to live.
His fingers dug into the snow again, this time with a different grip. Not to crawl away. But to push.
He rose, wobbling, breath heaving. His legs buckled... then locked.
He didn’t say a word. Didn’t meet their eyes. But he stood.
The sneers didn’t vanish. But the silence that followed was he ...
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