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... d never known before. Her limbs felt weak, her skin rough, her stomach gnawing with hunger. The cold morning air bit at her exposed arms as she pushed herself up from the thin, scratchy blanket that barely covered the hay-stuffed mattress beneath her.
She was inside a tiny, cramped wooden shack, surrounded by seven other sleeping bodies. The stench of sweat and dirt clung to the air, and as she shifted, she felt something damp beneath her foot.
"Is that... animal poop?" ...
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