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... nd 100 or so survivors.
They all crowded into the narrow and dilapidated monastery. Kids, old folks, housewives and the likes were busy offering desperate prayers inside the building. Meanwhile, men were helping me lug around the dead in the cemetery.
Once things had calmed down sufficiently enough, the representative of the village, the village chief, came up to me. “Thank you for aiding us, your highness.”
I was flustered. The village was decimated even b ...
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