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A small-framed young boy was scurrying around, looking down at the ground as he navigated through the gaps between fallen trees and structures.
“I found it!”
He picked mushrooms growing from rotten wood and stuffed them into the dirty hem of his shirt before hurriedly making his way back to the hideout.
“Chef! I brought some food!”
“Huh? How many times do I have to tell you it’s dangerous outside, you little brat!”
Spindle, the cook of the ...
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