Sha'asalb did not know where he was going, just somewhere, as long as he was away from the territory of his native tribe's lands. Exhausted and dehydrated, his mental pain, complementing his physical one, merged into monotonous suffering. The stab wounds from the spears of the tribesmen ached and burned like from a hot stone. Sitting down in the shade under a rock, he sighed and shook his head in an attempt to stay awake due to overwork
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