Aaron Rogers made a gesture with his gloved hand. "Bring him forward," he announced.His assistant, Simone, tugged at the chain in her hand and the man before her stood. He was a tall fellow dressed in tattered clothing and his shaggy hair was matted to his head. It was dirty with leaves and dry twigs. He glanced warily at Simone before turning to Aaron. He put his bony hands together and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Please, I beg of you. My children. Set them free.""Name?" Aaron enquired, ignoring him.He gulped and licked his cracked lips. "Sam."Aaron wrote it down on his ledger and underlined it. "How many in your pack?""We are not a pack," he answered, shifting from one foot to another. "We live in these forests by ourselves. We have a small cabin. We don't bother anyone.""How many in your immediate family?""Please," the man said, nearing the table. Simone pulled the chain forcefully and the man stumbled and fell to his knees. Aaron put a hand up and she stopped jerking the
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