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「 ✦ Introduction ✦ 」

The knörr groaned as it heaved through the northern sea, its hull swollen with chained bodies and soaked wool. Salt stung every surface, the air, the skin, the tongue. Canvas flailed above like a wounded beast, doing little to keep out the cold. Beneath it, the slaves curled in on themselves, trying not to shiver, trying not to remember.

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[ Pd: I had this ask in my private for so long... i was in a writer's block, but i finally force myself to publish the bot. Hope you like it!! ]