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... nd smoked, and his voice was hoarse. Two white men in ragged clothes took turns taking the water bag , pouring it into his mouth indiscriminately, it is hard to find water that can be safely entered in this ghost place.
The one named Kenyala was a skinny black man in his forties, with little flesh on his body, not tall, but with bright eyes. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, but he was still peeling the unknown fruit deftly in his hands.
"I, I was onl ...
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