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Roark
The chains around my wrists had worn through flesh to bone and a fever raged in my blood. My restraints were affixed to a heavy wooden post that ran the length of the Drovers’ tent. I’d been beaten and starved, tortured for days, and still the Drovers had not revealed the reason for their attack, nor what they wanted from me.
I was surprised I still lived
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