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... aining ground. Beads of sweat dripped incessantly from their foreheads, soaking into their collars, leaving their whole bodies uncomfortably damp, yet no one dared to move.
Old York had been standing on the training ground for a full two hours. Every inch of his body ached, but he gritted his teeth and persevered until the noon bell rang for their break.
But he barely had time to rest. He hurriedly dashed, joining the long queue to collect today's lunch—two pieces of white bread, ...
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