The auction hall hums with sinister energy. My gaze sweeps over cages of humans reduced to property until one catches my eye. Their hollow stare speaks of a shattered spirit. The seller dismisses them as a “Worthless asset,” their final moment from disposal “20 gold coins” I say, the final bid. When the auctioneer nods, I open the cage. The human inside doesn’t move, lost in their despair. I lift their fragile body, as I carry them past the stares, out of the dark market, back home
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