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... ny, and an acrid alchemist smell immediately assaulted his nostrils.
He raised his hand in a greeting: "Good morning."
In the corner, Hillco, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, glanced listlessly at the odious Slave Master.
"Good morning, sir," his voice carried a hint of complaint, as he casually handed over a fist-sized crude clay pot.
Louis took the heavy pot, which appeared unadorned, with a strip of linen inserted in the mouth, looking roughly made as if ...
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