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“People slaving away at those jobs for a damn pittance, and still they were asked to do even more, always more, endlessly more. Many worked for five people’s worth of duties, and all they got in return was just enough money to pay rent and buy food to survive another month. I didn’t even dare imagine what it felt like for them to have dreams, desires, longings – when they could barely breathe under that weight.”

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Where the Dark Knelt

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