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The bandits—the same men who had swaggered into the hall hours earlier, their leers fixed on women and children—now lay curled on the ground like trussed animals. Their hands were wrenched behind their backs, bound with layer upon layer of belts, sashes, and torn ribbons until their arms turned purple with strain. Their legs were swaddled so tightly that from hip to ankle they resembled grotesque mummies, stripped of dignity and motion alike.
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