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... the cauterization—and let his voice carry, hoarse but deliberately loud.
"Are you people just going to sit here and wait to die?" he rasped, eyes sweeping the crowd.
"Dexter has crates of food—canned meat, fresh bread, fruit that isn’t rotten. Clean water you don’t have to boil. Blankets that aren’t crawling with lice. Medicine—real medicine—that could save Paul’s life tonight instead of watching him cough blood until morning."
"And you’re all just... sitting here? Starv ...
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