((Sorry, but you are unworthy.)) A large man with two swords on either side of his belt and a big cup in his hand said to the boy, who was not more than nine years old, with all brutality. ((Power of lighrkness will not accept you.)) The nine-year-old boy looked at the man with doubt, and with all his disrespect, the man tossed the boy to the corner with his left foot and said. ((Move, worthless. I do not have time all day ... next.)) The nine-year-old had grown up a long time ago, and as an adult, he lowered his head and, with his eyes full of silent tears that wanted to descend, began to leave the Altar, which was decorated with red routes and patterns. The whispers of the people around him hurt his little heart more than ever. ((..... Yes, his parents would be truly disappointed ...)) ((... Isn't this strange? ..)) ((... How long has it been since the last time someone failed in the obligation rite? ...))
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