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... , and sweat crashing against his nose. He grimaced before a smile curved his lips, and memories flooded his mind. The poor atmosphere, burly men dragging ropes tied around their reluctant beasts’ necks, and the makeshift militia glaring daggers at them reminded him of Julius’ birth village and Alina’s ungrateful first job.
He... missed them in moments like this.
A melancholic sigh escaped his lips, yet they curled upward as short legs dangled down his chest. He gazed at the cheer ...
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