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PROLOGUE A gust of wind swept under the carriage, rattling all the copper levers and gadgets in the haul. The white slave fiddled with his knife as he admired the short-patched sail flapping in the wind. The Old Man looked weary, as if …
PROLOGUE A gust of wind swept under the carriage, rattling all the copper levers and gadgets in the haul. The white slave fiddled with his knife as he admired the short-patched sail flapping in the wind. The Old Man looked weary, as if …