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The boy endured three stabs without flinching, tearing this waterskin from the bandit's grasp. The bandit watc…

The boy endured three stabs without flinching, tearing this waterskin from the bandit's grasp. The bandit watched him flee toward the storm, cursing. Let the sands finish the job.

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