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... xed upon its serene beauty. As a child,when he was sold into slavery to a noble family where his days were filled with toil and his nights with hardship, he always liked to look at the moon.
His sleeping quarter was a small dark room , cold , dump and humid , his pillow was an hard rock, and the stony ground his bed.Yet the gods, always if they existed , blessed him with one small window. Too high to be used to escape, but not too low to dream of it.
Alpheo would steal moments in ...
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