“Come on, you lot! Get a move on! We don’t have all morning,” one of the pirates called. Tens of new slaves began to exit the ship in single file, while another pirate lined them up neatly among the docks. “Yeah, that’s right, line ‘em up. We’ll want them nice and presentable for the Masters.”...
The sun had just risen over Zamor city, bathing everything in soft yellow. The light hit the city’s great stone walls in a way that cast a looming shadow over the rickety wooden shacks, pressed tightly together along the outside of the city. These houses were where the poorest of the poor lived...
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