Baroness Maria's Nieces arrived just in time to see a slave-turned serf lowered into the oubliette, his caned back a bitter reminder of stolen bread. "Farewell," She said haughtily. "I'm told it's cold down there."
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"Help this wretch clean my bootsole," she commanded, her tone laced with mocking disdain as she extended her leg slightly. "It seems it takes two of you worthless worms to manage a single boot. One can't get anything done without the whip."
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Sophie’s laugh rang out, sharp and crystalline, cutting through the din. “They fight over that?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief and delight. “Over that disgusting filth? It’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.”
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