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... h of rot and smoke. Trash scattered across the cracked stone floor, rats scuttling between broken crates. Shadows loomed like jagged teeth against the walls.
He was nine, pressed into the corner of a building, his small body sprawled against the cold stone. Hungry, exhausted, every muscle trembling from fear and hunger. Thugs prowled the alley, laughter dripping with malice, their boots scraping and echoing like distant thunder. He huddled tighter, arms wrapped around his knees, wishing ...
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