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... our. When the middle-aged man announced the end, they immediately cheered and began sheathing their swords.
They gathered in small groups, discussing various matters. Some turned their gazes toward a corner of the garden, where a young boy still held his arms across his face, his slender frame trembling continuously, his arms covered in blood, bloodstains all over the ground. Yet, from the beginning to the end, he never cried out loud.
The middle-aged man walked up to him and act ...
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