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... ithout hesitation, picked up a basket and a pickaxe.
Looking ahead, he saw only four people had arrived before him. One was the girl from yesterday, the one Fatmaster had taken to his room.
Bruises marked her hands, one of her eyes was swollen, and a cut marred her lips.
Her expression was haggard, and she was eerily quiet.
John glanced at her, understanding what she must have endured. He wanted to help, but he lacked the power.
If he intervened, he’d only ...
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