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... came out.
The foreman squinted, his gaze piercing like a white-hot blade.
- I repeat. Where. Are. Your. Stones?
The tension was palpable. Every slave's eyes were riveted on him, some with pity, others with resigned indifference. A man without stones... was a dead man.
Mordred felt his legs trembling under the pressure. He had to find an excuse. Quickly.
- I... they fell..." he stammered, his throat constricted.
The foreman didn't flinch.
- ...
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