Race and class were a kind of destiny — very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
Race and class were a kind of destiny — very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
Race and class were a kind of destiny — very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
Race and class were a kind of destiny — very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
Race and class were a kind of destiny — very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
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Race and class were a kind of destiny

— very little could dent them. Morgan himself had been decanted back into the vessel that had made him.
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