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Every bone in my body ached, bones I didn’t know I had were screaming at me to stop running, for the love of Stikle, stop running. My feet kept moving ...

“N-no…. please… don’t… I need to put dinner on the t-table for my fa-family.” My grip on the knife tightened. “Hand it over, peasant!” I barked, taking in the man ...