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Shadowstripe's defiance was but a facade, as he hurled insults at the thugs, fully aware that he was no match for them, with absolutely no chance of escape. The men flaunted their knives in front of him, wantonly manipulating his body. The boy's vision had already dimmed, and his body was largely numb. Oblivious to his dire state and unable to think, he could only kneel on the ground, covering his wounds.

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