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Iatte kept eir head bowed as the overseer walked past, the picture of a meek, obedient slave. "If those gods of yours were real, you wouldn't be slaves now!" he jeered at the new arrival.
Eir fingers slipped over the wooden figure that kept em alive.
Ey stayed silent.
Eir fingers slipped over the wooden figure that kept em alive.
Ey stayed silent.