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(Minor character alert)

Luka stood at the far side of the yard. His muscles were aflame and his he couldn't think coherently. Memories flash in his mind, The death of his father, The slave market, A scorching metal rod, His master's slit throat and the gates of Rose all pushed and shoved for foucus.