Literature
Misery of the Multitudes ch31 The Buried Plotters
Chapter 31: The Buried Plotters
From the wretched pits and sewers of Meh-Tlee, we take you now to another place, in another part of the vast dark cosmos. Dark is the key word, for this place was all tight caverns, the village of men and women who never saw the sun, where dirty people came and went beneath a roof covered in roots and toiled in trenches for their living. For this pitiful existence, they counted themselves lucky, for their strict religion taught them that this was not a hole, but the world entire. So said the word of the twisted old women, Grandmother Mezz.
It was here that female priests oversaw male slaves who dug the roots that sustained the people, who were themselves the shabby shadow of the breed of elves that had once ruled the galaxy itself.
The men on all sides stooped and dug and suffered their short lives, but one man walked, or rather limped, idly along, looking down on his fellow men. He was old, and infirmed, granted but this cunning old man had always
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