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... animal hides rolled on the ground.
Grown men groaning as if they were dying, vomiting as if they were dying, writhing as if they were dying.
I looked at Dang Soran, the one who had made them this way.
With a sunken expression, she wandered among the bandits, retrieving her poison needles and daggers.
As if she had memorized exactly which bandit she had stabbed where with what weapon, her movements were seamless.
The retrieved poison needles were dipped bac ...
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