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... his. Even when he had stab wounds and broken ribs, he stood tall and pretended it didn’t bother him.
At that moment, he was completely vulnerable.
It took a while to get the story out of him. He didn’t remember some of it. Maybe it was because he was in the forest for so long. Maybe because it was now, partially, a fading dream. As he spoke, he would pause for a few seconds. He might have been haunted by the memory or simply been trying to remember. I don’t know.
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