We all came outside to see the captured giant when they brought him to the fort. He stood almost thirty feet high, and his head was flush with the guard tower.
They had shackled his arms and legs with thick chains, and he wore a battered helmet. Otherwise, he wore rags. He barely had a tattered loincloth and leg wraps to keep out winter’s chill.
The company rejoiced. The giant had been raiding farms throughout the hills for months.
But I was moved to pity. As soon as I saw him I knew I had to set the giant free.

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