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... to look.
In the dark cage, a boy appearing twelve or thirteen years old, with a body as thin as a stick, shackles on his wrists and ankles, was crouched in one corner of the cage hugging his knees.
The white hemp clothes on the boy were filthy, stained with blood, some of which had long since dried and turned into black smears.
Other stains were recent, crimson and glaring.
His face was a ghastly pallor.
When Chen Zhixing looked at him, he too raised his h ...
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