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Chapter 580: I have work to do. Stop clinging to me
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... g half a step behind her like a silent guard.
Her gaze swept over the kneeling men slowly.
There were thirty of them. Maybe more. Their clothes were nothing but torn animal skins, stained dark with dirt and old blood. Their hair was tangled, faces hollow, eyes sunken deep into their sockets. Some were thin to the point where their ribs showed when they breathed. A few had bandages crudely wrapped around their arms and legs, already soaked through with brownish stains.
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