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... calm. She stopped where she was. When she turned around she saw a pale but bloodless hand hold onto the edge of the pit. Veins popping up from tension, after a while, a head stuck out.
It was a young boy at most seventeen or eighteen years old. On the tip of his forehead and nose, there were beads of sweat mixed with dirt and blood, making him look like he was in a sorry state.
His upper body hung at the edge of the pit. Panting, he took a break preparing to accumulate some ...
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