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... ache spreading through every part of my body.
I was lying on my bed in the orphanage.
Someone had taken off my boots and thrown a blanket over me. My clothes were still dirty from yesterday, covered in dried mud and little tears from the thorns. My arms felt like someone had used them to hammer nails into a wall, and my legs were so sore that I did not even want to think about moving them.
But I was alive.
I sat up slowly, groaning as my back cracked in a few pla ...
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