Abololitionists v The Able

Deep within a cave such as the fictional “Temple of Doom,” are people of color and one of authority. One not wealthy, nor virtuous, but with a cane altogether different from the decorative canes and gilded woodwork of the well-to-do, the educated of a caste if not born unto, barreled toward the display of the learned pocketfulness.

At a time, much later by age or revolution, the authority or the slave come toward freedom or their death.

“Now,” said the authority, for the first, “have I struck you with this? I drink. So set clear.”

“No. Why?”

“You never requested,” jostling aside another and striking with jest, “wolves. Which may eat both.

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