On a creaky, crowded, musty longboat, he oared laboriously.


    The chief paced between them, snarled, taunted, and spat on them to row faster.


    Occasionally, a cup of water passed among the crew; filthy, salty, he drank it nevertheless.


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    He tugged a rope tied to a heavy cart. Under blistering sunlight, his tongue swelled. Though delirious and near collapse, an inner compulsion pushed him forward.


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    He repeatedly performed the same task along a packed assembly line—stamp, flip, stamp, and flip. It lasted seemingly for an eternity.


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    “Enough for now!” The Workers Liberation leader removed his headset.


    “Bring the chairman ...”