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... , past shivering children and weary faces, until they reached a modest shelter patched with torn cloth and stitched canvas. A frayed flap served as the entrance.
Inside, the air was musty, but dry. A cracked clay pot sat near the corner beside a wooden cup half-filled with rainwater. A bed made of dry grass was pressed together unevenly, and a faint shaft of moonlight slipped through a hole torn in the roof.
"Sit down, Arthur," the girl said gently.
Kaal obeyed, lowering ...
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