C286 Your Weakness Is That You Are Not Bold Enough

The third-floor attic, which one might expect to be filled with miscellaneous clutter, was instead suffused with an unexpected tang of gunpowder.

In the farthest corner, near a middle-aged nobleman, four enormous iron cages had been erected on the cleared ground. Each cage contained slaves of different origins, curled up in the center, their eyes empty and lifeless. Only on rare occasions