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ntic, a ship was quietly

d in a corner of the deck. Her face was buried in the black

tattered, colorless hemp garment, much like a large sack draped over

r help in solving this case, we will safely escort you to the port city of Wisky clo

ddenly began to tremble violently. She looked

o to Peninsula Island," her voice was incred

lly, you wouldn't really un

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ble, allowing

d simply buried her face

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she planned meticulously for five years, c

era

in Pamella thought to her

ar of devastation and despair, she often couldn't help but

ch merely took the life of the

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involuntarily contemplate. What if five years ago, she had died on the operating tabl

re no w

t tear from the corner of her eye slow

promise...I'll live well,

rived in the Ma

t to leave, he seemed to remember something and handed her a fistful of money

d, be

hese years, apart from Morgan, he was th

nk y

nd scorched her feet. She hissed, stomped her foot, and lifted her little face

ed at the Man

e was sh

rom having enough to pay the fare to Peninsula Island. She lick

a place fo

g grand, just a small c

go to Peninsula Island-to see Pan's homeland, to scat

tural inland lake in the west of Peni

ike he

shes, he wanted to be with her for

h forcefully and dangerously taken from the mother's wom

still alive

a grocery store owner when he saw her on the streets. She retreated several steps, her right leg faltering, near

attractive, like there was

ed as if a jinx had appeared. He picked up a broom next to him and swatted at her. Martin Pamella didn't eve

y away from me, if you dare to c

. She remained silent, years of servitude had already eroded her pride and self-esteem. It

forehead, the translucent beads fell from her messy bangs-covered fo

-sized face covered with light brown scars, those stretched from her forehead down her cheek to her chin. N

ale, dense

iful face that she destroyed with a stone,

have been more than just slavery

mella, dragging her left leg, slowly walked up to it, all

ng impression of this name. But it's no wonder, she had been away from th

the job offer were for

nthly 2000, but the pedicur

.

aitress." The man spoke coldly, his tone laced with im

y, "No, no, I am here to a

nit

ist..." Her voice got quieter