8. Last Words (47) By now, I was walking between the tents. The old and worn tents revealed the harsh environment inside without any filter. Sick and emaciated people, children with grime flowing down their faces, kept rolling their eyes with blank expressions. That was why I, properly armed, couldn’t help but stand out. Eyes mixed with curiosity, fear, and...
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