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... as he shivered from the cold. His clothes were nearly useless against the chilling wind.
But the real agony came from his wrists. The iron shackles -meant to restrain his abilities- dug deep into his flesh, fresh wound scraping against the freezing metal.
It had been days since their march to the Napoleon Empire began. And as if the torment of his wounds weren't enough, the sight ahead was just as bleak.
A long chain stretched down the frozen road, each link connecting ho ...
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