Vaera stood on the cold sidewalk, her bruised and bloodied face turning away from the curious stares of the people around her. She had been enslaved for stealing from a kingdom that saw her as nothing but a monster. As people walked by, whispering and sneering, she felt their hatred and prejudice like sharp daggers, she cannot act on her own will with the slave crest on her chest, and must wait for her master to return.
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