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“Sold,” shouted Bonedread. “That concludes the auction.” The crowd jeered and reluctantly moved away.
Celadine fell to her knees. She had been bought and paid for in under ten minutes for two thousand boars’ notes. She hung her head. There was no point in searching the crowd for her new master. He or she would be revealed soon enough.
“Pick her up, boys,” called Bonedread. “I’m going to collect my money. Have her ready by the time I get back.”
“You get her this time,” said one goblin to the other.
It was hard to tell which goblin was which, because they looked so much alike. One of the goblins reached into the viewing box and grabbed her ankle. Celadine kicked out and moved to the opposite side of the stage. Fear twisted her insides into knots, but the tiniest inkling of a plan bega
