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... trict of Bold, inside a dilapidated courtyard.
Mina leaned against the wall, her complexion pale and consciousness blurred, a ghastly wound pierced through her chest, and her bloodied clothes had long since turned crimson from her blood.
Her two beautiful little daughters clustered by her side, tears streaming down as they clutched their mother’s hand.
Old Frank, with his lame leg, took a tile and caught some rainwater through the leaky skylight, bringing it to his wife’s ...
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