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... inally had a moment to breathe. Or so he thought.
He rose early, the English mist clinging to the camp like a wet wool blanket. He decided to take a walk through the "Industrial Zone" to inspect the morale of his growing empire.
On his way, he noticed the subtle changes. It wasn’t just the smoke from the Blast Furnace. It was the rhythm. He saw a group of thralls moving crates of salted fish. Usually, this would be a chaotic, back-breaking affair. Today, they were using three of ...
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