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Zixin was in a similar boat. He was a fugitive for numerous crimes.

Zixin was sitting in a tree, watching the world go by as a hooded stranger sits by the stump. The stranger had scraps of food with him, and ate like he had never eaten before. “What’s the prince doing so far away from home anyway?” Zixin asked as he hopped out of the tree.