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... on his face, which appeared horrifying with the dried blood and wounds that had not yet healed. The black and white in his eyes was distinct, adding determination and strong will to his features.
“They have left these for us… They are not common villagers.”
“Have they noticed us? What should we do now, chief?”
The men were compelled to steal for their sick or injured brothers who were on the verge of death. They hated what they were doing, but they had no other choice.
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