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There was a rough hand that grabbed my arms, pulling my body forward. My knees bumped into something and I fell to the ground. The ground was damp and smelled like a rat. I couldn't see since the fabric was still covering my face, but based on my assumption, I was being dragged to an underground cell.
Wolf Slave Assassin
Fantasy · yoafela
Hora shook his head, "No, it was a suicide in the end."
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Fantasy · yoafela