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... t, sweat, and a faint smell of blood.
Ragged refugees, men, women, old people, children...
They were like weeds that had been ravaged by a hurricane and then stubbornly regrown, packed densely in the square.
Their eyes were no longer turbid, no longer filled with pain, but rather full of hope and anticipation. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
They were still themselves but they had been completely renewed.
At this moment, all the refugees' gazes were fixed o ...
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