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... g over his broad shoulders, slung across his back so heavy it made even him stoop a little.
Every clink of the coins inside was a reminder of how precarious this stroll was. And yet, not a single guard so much as blinked at us.
They didn’t ask, didn’t question, didn’t care. Too tired, too overworked, or maybe too eager to pretend they hadn’t noticed the sudden rise of lust-driven chaos sweeping through the prison like a fire through dry brush. Ignorance was their last defense, an ...
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