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... nough for the slaves to catch their breath and superficially heal their wounds. Mordred had dropped his pickaxe heavily, wiping the sweat dripping down his dirty forehead with the back of his hand, discreetly observing the groups beginning to form around him.
The change in mood among the slaves was palpable. Small groups were gathering, speaking in hushed tones, exchanging quick, cautious glances, regularly casting furtive glances around them. Mordred clearly sensed that something was go ...
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