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... ous world, it was a word buried in history books, something people looked back on with shame. And now, to hear he himself was a slave? For a moment his chest tightened as if shackles had grown there.
But then a thought flickered. If the merchant died in the forest... then I’m free, right?
His eyes turned to the guard, searching for confirmation.
"Well, I don’t know much about you," the guard admitted, scratching his beard. "We only met four days ago. You were traveling wi ...
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