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She was pressing her head, trying to ease the pain, when a tall figure blocked out the sunlight above her.,It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,A woman's shackles were small, weighing about thirty-five jin. A man's shackles were much larger, weighing at least fifty jin.。