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... wn, tears trickled down his face.
"M..Master Reagan, h..help us."
Akamir blinked in confusion, still holding his raised fist mid-air.
The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than ten.
He was skinny, dirt-covered, with bruises on his arms and a fresh cut across his cheek.
His golden eyes were wide, trembling with panic.
Reagan quickly slid off Akamir’s shoulder and landed beside the child.
"What happened, Ekilo?" he asked, voice low ...
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