The guard is a stocky fat bertatoo with burns on his face, nudging the "intact" people who want to enter. When I hesitantly pointed out the long trace in my stomach, he nodded and let me in. With a little uncomfortable I watched the people there: There was a one-handed man, an old lady bare with a stitch of brain surgery, and a middle-aged child whose legs had been replaced by wood

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