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... his back beneath the harsh afternoon sun. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his nose, and a fresh cut on his brow—but despite the beating, his makeshift cloth mask still clung stubbornly to his face.
As he blinked up at the sky, a shadow fell across him, pulling his gaze upward. Standing over him was none other than the round, self-important oaf himself—Hendel—with a smug smirk twisting his face.
"Well, looks like things got messy just like you said," Hendel mocked, ha ...
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