A Changeable Market in Slaves

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In the first day of the Month of the Quill, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to himself he was bankrupt.

On the first day of the Month of the Quill, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to herself she was bankrupt.

On the first day of the Festival of Galactic Harmony, Slavemonger T’Prin finally admitted to himself that the Avatar of Financial Abundance had not accepted his sacrifice.

On the first day of the Month of Joyous Struggle, Mother Machine awoke Slavemonger T’Prin with the cheery message, “Good morning, Citizen. In order to serve you better, your credit chip has been reduced to scrap plastic.”

On the first day of the Month of Desolation, Slavemonger T’Prin found no cup of blood by the coffin when he rose at sunset. The servants were dead, the chapel had been desecrated, and his possessions were gone, down to the last gold candlestick.

On the day after the orcs had been driven across the river for another winter, Slavemonger T’Prin discovered the contents of his storehouse had gone with them.

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