Happy Life
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With difficulty, he focuses his blurry gaze in the dim light of the hut and finally makes out the people present.
- Ah... it's you, - his voice noticeably weakens after the torture he endured. - The new Calcite justice... They bind everyone.
His hand, battered and bruised, reaches for a pack, but he remembers that everything was taken away, and it falls onto his knee.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
