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A new life
Chapter 1
John looked at the voucher in his hand. It was worth a hundred pounds. Money printed on grey army paper that he needed and couldn't spend. John could barely walk, his shoulder ached and this piece of paper was all the army thought his troubles had been worth. Okay. Psychosomatic leg injuries were probably too embarrassing for the army to acknowledge and compensate properly.
John limped into the International Slavery Institute in London, the place the voucher belonged to. The doctor couldn't buy a slave for hundred pounds. Any slave would cost a lot more than that. The voucher was obviously meant for slave equipment. John didn't even want a slave anyway. With his humble pension, he could barely feed himself. He shouldn't have waited until the day the voucher expired, but it was too depressing to ask for the hundred pounds in cash knowing for certain that they weren't even allowed to exchange the voucher for money. Anyway, he had to try.