ONE:Albin grinned wryly. "I told somebody else that, last night," he said. "Man named Doddhell, you know Johnny Dodd. Told him he needed some fun. Holy jumping beaversfun."Cadnan looked around at the huddled, vaguely stirring forms of his companions. Fear was joined by a sort of sickness he had never known before. He was a slave, and that was goodbut once outside where would he find work, or food, or a master? Where there was no master, Cadnan told himself, there was no slave: he was nothing, nameless, non-existent.
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