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The first time I marched with my uncle, I saw how the rich slavers buried their dead. Agate on the eyes, coral…

The first time I marched with my uncle, I saw how the rich slavers buried their dead. Agate on the eyes, coral in every orifice, and finely-crafted coffins painted in gold.

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