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... ight die—not from anything else, but from the sheer lack of fresh air.
Even without being tortured or beaten.
Damn it.
As he spat out a curse in his mind, the thought of his younger sibling suddenly stabbed through his head.
Raising his gaze, he saw the man sitting right in front of him with his legs crossed. A man with strikingly large eyes, the kind even other men might turn their heads to look at. It was Kraiss from the Mad Platoon—someone Edin knew well.
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