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... a chorus of dull aches, but the sharp, blinding agony was already receding. The cold river water had done its job... washing away the blood and shocking his nerves into a manageable numbness.
He made his way back to the shadowed alley, retrieving the heavy clay cauldron he had thrown, before confrontation, and damn, due to injuries It felt heavy, awkward, and pressed against his bruised ribs, but he hoisted it with a grim determination.
The walk back to the hut was a performance. ...
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