He was weak and limp all over, and the piercing pain in his chest and back made it difficult for the servant to hold the rag in his hand.
The rag slid down his servant's uniform, taking away the tiny specks of dust that were invisible and intangible but definitely there.
He slowly sat down, leaning against the stair railing, glancing at the drunken young man.
This day has finally come.
The servant was relieved, raised his head, and shouted with all his might: "Help! Help!"
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