No Mercy, No Return

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grew denser, the houses farther apart, until

d it lay a collection of rundown shacks and a larger,

a few chimneys, th

a tangled grey beard emerged from the

elope – the directive, altered by

ing his lips. He looked Rory up and do

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left with

air was heavy with the smell of woodsm

der said, grabbing her arm. His grip was l

cks. It was small, dark, and filthy.

d. "You' ll work from sunup to sun

s were a blur

ing out animal pens. Her hands, on

soup, stale bread. Hunger b

eaten-down eyes, watched her with a mixture of suspic

roken, just in

to enjoy her suffering, her fumbling attempt

collapsed from exhaust

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ame. No

mantling of Aurora