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                                        Chapter 23 - - - The Slavers Arrive
                                
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... mp was broken only by the dull thud of shovels hitting dirt. Sam worked side by side with Teron, hands blistered and aching, sweat running down his spine in sticky rivers. Around them, the rest of the captives labored in near silence, digging trenches, shifting logs, and obeying barked orders without resistance. No one had the strength for rebellion—not here.
Sam's arms moved like they were no longer his. The world around him felt foreign, suffocating. This place wasn't meant for anyone ...
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