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... around wrists and ankles, some skeletal, some barely recognizable. Different species, different sizes. All children. Most of them long dead.
One of the crew swore under his breath. Another turned away and retched.
Bull didn’t move for a long moment. His jaw tightened, and his hand curled slowly into a fist.
"Sir," someone said quietly, pointing toward the far end, "there’s one still breathing."
Bull walked over and crouched in front of the cage. Inside, a tiny wo ...
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