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little chain so I couldn't run even if I managed to remove the collar which was chained to the side of the wagon. I was still wearing the bit and bridle, and the only way to remove that was to have someone remove it for me. My clothes, weapons, and armor were in a cubbyhole in the Cerulean. Escape was a pipe dream. That evening, as they were making camp and tending to the rest of the slaves in the caravan, Syrin came into the wagon where I sat and took off the bridle so I could speak, even though it wasn't feeding "How are you feeling, slave?" he rumbled, a toothy grin on his "As well as might be expected." His glare began to intensify, so I quickly added, "Master." That satisfied him. ...(cont.)

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