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Now he sat on his knees, bound like a wild beast, chained to an unidentifiable presence who could execute him any second. Arik knew, observing his torn shirt, splattered with another’s blood who dared to defy their captor. That was the destiny that awaited him if he did anything displeasing. I’d rather be dead… Why didn’t I die? This can’t be real… Not like this…Excerpt
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