The Spice King
The air in the port of Malacca was a thick soup of cinnamon, cloves, and human greed. Percival Thorne walked through the marketplace, his silk coat a stark contrast to the sweat-soaked linen of the dockworkers. He didn't see people; he saw commodities. Percival was a senior agent for the East India Company, but in the same way that a wolf is a "member" of the flock. He had discovered that the...
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