I’d always considered myself one of the lucky
ones, lucky that the slavers had taken me and left my family, lucky to have
found a master as kind as the one I had, just… lucky, so, when my master asked
me to ride one of the many-legged spurline on an early morning errand, I
considered myself lucky to have the honour. I never thought what it might be
like when my luck ran out, and my master wasn’t around to intervene…
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