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So they rushed back to the estate, just before sunrise. Even if a year had passed, that day seemed like yesterday to him. He'd been punished a lot more in the past year than he had been in his entire life. It'd made him cold. He couldn't go to visit Satsuma and Baasan anymore. He'd grown, and his schedule was filled. He didn't even have time to draw. His last drawing was the one used for Baasan's altar. Everyday he felt a little piece of humanity slipping away. His cousins left one by one, sold to another master or whipped to death. He wasn't a very religious boy (though at this point, one could argue that he was a man), but he prayed every night that his cousins were at peace either with a new life or in the next. A single year shouldn't determine much. And yet, it has transformed this orange-loving, hard-working, bright-eyed boy into a hardened, dark man. Finally, his day came. Someone had bought him. From a continent over. He could tell it was going to be a long trip. His mother wept, and his sister begged.
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But what could a broken slave boy do? He tried not to cry, he tried to be strong. But he couldn't keep it all down. So a tear slipped, and his mother caught it in her tear vial. He hugged his mother and sister one last time. And he was,... not about to be shipped away without taking something from the man who took his cousins. Two nights before his departure, he snuck around the estate looking for whatever he could. Anything that was valuable, useful, and wouldn't be noticed. He saw the suit first. Then the stars. And finally, the sword. Desperately and carefully, he smuggled them out. For a moment, he felt nervous. Until he remembered that this wasn't just a stick. It was a blade, capable of harm. He wasn't helpless anymore. He put it in the single crate he was allowed to take and disguised them as clothes and books. The night came for him to leave. He made sure his mother and Ciara were fast asleep before we went out one more time. To see his Baasan. And to see Satsuma. He crept up to the tree.
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