Letter Of The Condemned

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The desperate last words of a hopeless Empire merchant: "Bread went damp, jerky went rotten... Must've been one of the other traders, Okran knows who. It's hopeless now: my debts have mounted, shop's closed up. Haven't had a decent meal in weeks, haven't slept in a bed in days. Its only a matter of time before they spot my protruding ribs, my gaunt cheeks. Found some rags, for now I can use them to cover up while I lay low - they find out I'm living rough and hungry, they'll send me to the mines and its game over... I'm at a loss of what to do. My freedom hangs in the balance and my life is slipping away like a boulder down a mountain..."