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Chapter 149 – Flesh Trial
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... festering wound beneath the city's polished surface. The air was thick with the stench of rot, smoke, and forgotten dreams. Here, in the underbelly, merchants hawked contraband, rogues whispered deals in shadowed alleys, and the desperate clawed at any chance of survival.
Cinder stumbled through the narrow lanes, breath ragged, eyes darting. His small frame was no match for the brutal slavers who stalked him like wolves scenting prey. They had recognized the value of a child like him — ...
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