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ClothesThe trap was simple. John would fell a tree; Robin would take the lead horse. But as the carriage ground to a halt, something felt wrong. The guards didn't panic. They smiled.
"Easy, Little John," Robin whispered, his hand resting on the bark. "The Sheriff doesn't send an armored escort for grain."
The game was a front. The Sheriff wasn't laundering money; he was laundering people . He was selling indentured servants to the highest bidder to fund a private army.
The trap was simple. John would fell a tree; Robin would take the lead horse. But as the carriage ground to a halt, something felt wrong. The guards didn't panic. They smiled.
"Easy, Little John," Robin whispered, his hand resting on the bark. "The Sheriff doesn't send an armored escort for grain."
The game was a front. The Sheriff wasn't laundering money; he was laundering people . He was selling indentured servants to the highest bidder to fund a private army.