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Phoebe Gordon was a slave. It was a sad and sorry truth for any human to have to bear but it was nonetheless true. In their hearts, every black slave in the Americas was free, at least until they were broken into beasts of burden.
She stood with many such now, crowded into livestock pens in a barn.
Each pen was filled with slaves suited to a different task and for each, different stages of this descent into despair was made clear by the general air about its inhabitants.