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... f of dust and flecks of blood into the air. Bruises, cuts, and old scars painted his skin like a canvas of suffering. The only thing sparing him complete humiliation was a pair of torn, dirt-streaked brown trousers barely clinging to his hips.
His tanned skin, stretched thin over his bones, bore signs of countless beatings, scars only half-healed, wounds just beginning to close.
"Pfft! This is your disciple, Derek?" a voice sneered, sharp and full of mockery. "He’s even more piti ...
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