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Chapter sixteen
Chapter sixteenWhen I regained my tattered senses I slowly became aware of three things. One, I was still alive. Two, I wore a damned great iron collar around my neck. Three, I was surrounded by a most dismal low-key moaning like a mournful wind soughing through dead branches. So, I knew where I was. Well, what more could a fellow from Paz expect if he got himself drugged and fell asleep in Shank territory under the surveillance of their air patrols? The effort of opening my eyes proved not as painful or as difficult as expected. The bagnio was poorly lit by what looked to be the Maiden with the Many Smiles shining through cracks and c****s in the mudbrick walls. Rolling my head to the side I discovered the hairy form of Darham still well away into the land of Nod. All about slaves la
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