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... hair and obsidian eyes. A lot of marks and fresh injuries could be seen from his torn clothes. The blood was still dripping from his mouth when he was forced to kneel in front of them.
Two knights were holding his shoulders to keep him down there. His head was lowered so she could not see what kind of expressions he was holding but she could imagine the pain he was suffering through.
"That.. that. Who is he, my lord?" Although she claimed that she did not know her, her face was ...
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