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... xt to the stables at the Lord’s Mansion, the attendants hired by the merchant caravan were whipping some scantily clad slaves.
The slaves bound hand and foot by iron chains curled up numbly on the ground, most of them shivering in the chilly autumn breeze.
The leader of the White Sail Caravan, Charles, was sitting by the fireplace in the hallway at this moment, warming himself.
He was elegantly dressed, tall, with neatly trimmed beard and hair, looking about thirty years ...
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