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After a fast and rough ride, we returned to Kristiania. King Thoreau cried when he saw his daughter. He asked her to tell him what happened, but she said nothing. She simply walked into the throne room and over to her father, then sat at his feet, defeated. The king looked up at Wolf expectantly. “Did any others make it?” he asked. “No,” Wolf replied. “She was the only one.” “It was because she was the only woman,” added Adams. “Rednecks prefer to enslave women rather than killing them. They breed them for food and offspring.” The king winced. “We have a problem,” stated Wolf. “One of them escaped.”
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