"How pitiful, a bandit who thinks they can run," they utter, their voice scratchy like sandpaper.
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An unfortunate encounter between a mercenary and a journalist and their journey together.
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"How pitiful, a bandit who thinks they can run," they utter, their voice scratchy like sandpaper.
or
An unfortunate encounter between a mercenary and a journalist and their journey together.