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Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 711

The newcomers reeked of filth. Among them were two who seemed utterly mad. They rushed forward to grab the fresh fruit from the offering table, gnawing at it as if they were starving.

A few others were so weak that they could only lie on the ground. Their faces were pale and drawn, indicating they had been ill for a long time.

Just as the onlookers were trying to comprehend the identities of these unfortunate souls, another group was ushered in.

Even before they entered, the stench hit those already in the room. It was nauseating, the foul odor reminiscent of rotting flesh. Molly covered her nose with a handkerchief and retreated to a corner, trying to distance herself from the horrid smell.

The high priests opened their eyes. Upon seeing the limping women brought in—missing limbs, battered, and broken—a short prayer slipped from their lips.

The high priests were compassionate and had a high level of spiritual practice. Despite that, the sight of such suffering stirred their anger.

The noble ladies gasped as they witnessed the women being carried in. They instinctively stepped back in horror.

Rosalind quickly unfurled her handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, joining the other ladies as they approached to assess the situation. Upon laying eyes on the gruesome injuries, her face went ashen.

"Hurry! We need to get them to the infirmary!"

However, most people merely ran away. The smell was overpowering, and the sight was enough to make anyone retch. They felt sick to their stomachs.

"Is there a physician in the palace? Where is the household physician?" Nadine called out, grabbing a maid by the arm. "Find the household physician, quickly!"

The maids were startled by the chaos and froze in place. They were only attendants responsible for serving in the main courtyard and knew nothing about the dungeons. All they could see were the thin figures being carried out.

Some were familiar, while some were not. However, all of them were abnormally thin, injured, or maimed.

Hearing Nadine's urgent plea, the maids instinctively scattered and rushed to find the household physician.

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