He was woke from sleep by the sound of his small enclosure opening and the clatter of a wooden bowl on the floor. He opens his eyes to see a disgusting bowl of barley porridge, the same thing he's had every meal for ten years now. He eats it with a slow reluctance, even though he knows it will make him sick again. Once his meal is through he drinks from a grimy bowl of water and watches the people go by. A while later the shop door opens as someone steps inside
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