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... g thing. Dust drifted in the stale air of the crumbling room, motes catching the last light of the setting sun that leaked through the cracks in the boarded window.
Eron’s breathing was ragged. His fists were clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms hard enough to leave crescent marks. He wanted to punch the old man in the face—wanted to scream until his throat gave out—but the words spilling out instead were sharp, shaking things.
"The people you see outside they are a ...
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