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Chapter 3, Duncan:Too many people dreamed of reaching the free city of Zar. If only they knew the truth. Nothing was free about the place. The rich still took advantage of the poor. The poor still struggled to make their way through the painful maze called life. When slavery ended, exploitation of the workers continued. Out of habit, Duncan pushed his round glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Not that it helped him see. They had been smeared with all manner of finger grease during the ensuing night of heavy drinking. Something in the air made the main room at the Cauldron swirl out of focus. It might have been the heavy smoke from oil lamps and pipes stuffed full of the narcotic vine or the mind-numbing calk. Ale wasn’t the only vice to be found on the docks of Zar. Most sins of the f