It's raining. Well, more of a drizzle, really. It soaks into Hutt River's hair and dribbles down his face, making it harder to breathe. Every time he inhales water gets into his nose. He doesn't try to shake it off or lift a hand to swipe it away. He knows better by now. Even without moving, he can feel the shallow, stinging pain of the cuts across his back. He stands perfectly still, holding himself in position a stride behind Brant, with his head obediently lowered. The perfect sub
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