"I hope after telling you this story, you will save my life. Hope you will let me go. Hope you will let me go, though all my people have been killed, though ghosts tug at our consciences like dark, blood-red leeches on human bodies, though ghosts walk the streets, talking in muted voices. Ghosts are crying, but nobody seems to hear them. Blood overflows our land, and skeletons sprout on scorched streets! But nobody seems to see them! Too much blood has been shed, soldier! Too much blood!"
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