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The sharp crack of a thunder could be heard at the same time the door flung wide open and Regto trudged inside, dripping wet and carrying an unconscious body on his back.
The boy had long blond and blue hair and was dressed in those silky robes the rich city dwellers favored. Droplets of blood ran down his forehead like tears.
“Is he going to be okay?” Rudo asked, watching as Regto tended to the other boy’s wounds. “Do you… know what his name is?”
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Rudo doesn't become a cleaner. Tamsy makes sure of it.