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He squeezed his garment, his brows knitted in thought. "The last time I saw little Remeta, she had herself cut open with a broken glass from the cup her mother used to bring water for her. She would have killed herself that day if I didn't have the two maids I went with, and her mother to restrain her."

She gasped in horror. She didn't know that it was this bad for Remeta.

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