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"Beneath a scorching sun marches, a convoy of men, women and children, trudging to the tune of a cracking whip as they pass through a sweltering desert. They are locked in shackles and trapped in chains, they are all broken in some way, whether it is the mightiest of warriors or the meekest of babes, they all possess the same looks in their eyes. Pain. Agony. Misery. Despair. Fear." Statistics Overall Score .star-7106-overall-4df062137a7647608521950889aac0c7:after{ width: 100.9% } Style Score Story Score Grammar Score Character Score Total Views : 845 Average Views : 845 Followers : 1 Favorites : 1 Ratings : 1 Pages : 5 Advertisement Go to Table of Contents Mark as Not Interested Follow Favorite Read Later Fiction breaking rules? Report Advertisement Author