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| 8 | Bound by Love and Duty

The room was barely lit, shadows clinging to the walls like witnesses that refused to speak. A boy lay curled on the cold floor, his body bruised, every breath a struggle. Pain throbbed through him as confusion and terror blurred his thoughts. He sobbed, voice breaking as he looked around at the faceless men surrounding him.

β€œWhy… why am I here?”

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I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks (Accidental Author)