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... ccompanying guards to sustain the cattle and slavers. The constant jostles and bumps were taxing, slowly wearing away at my muscles and joints. Each time I went to rest my head, the wagon pitched into a deep rut, jolting me against the grainy wood planks.
The days were cold, and the nights colder, but the slavers pressed on without thought for the cargo. The constant shivering was exhausting, and I often awoke to find tears streaming down my cheeks, weeping from the frozen ache of my fin ...
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