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... ht when he landed.
Why?
have no idea.
Luke felt like he should be strapped to a cold iron chair.
He was wearing a hood on his head, and his eyes were pitch black. The sackcloth on the inside of the headgear was sticking to the cheeks, sticky and greasy, and a smell of rotting blood kept drilling into the nose.
There was the sound of a whip whipping in my ears, and a person next to me kept crying and screaming.
"Say! Where is the thing?" A rou ...
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