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... ite paper doesn't burn like a damp tree branch. The smell of roasted boar isn't far from that of roasted human flesh. But 10-year-old Donquixote Doflamingo hadn't tasted meat in a long time.
Flames blazed before his eyes, turning the dark night sky a searing red.
Shouts, curses, shrieks, howls, hate, rage, scorn—the sound of crumbling, fire-split walls snapped him awake, as a wave of fury washed past his ears.
His eyes were blindfolded, body tied to the city wall like a c ...
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