Unbelonging
We are the Unbelonging. We have no home and nothing belongs to us. Not even our clothes; the lice take more possession of them than we do. Only in these moments, when our voices entwine as one and something faintly reminiscent of defiance colors our songs… this is the best that life can offer us scum of the earth.
Public Agenda
Rented out in regiments to bring in a harvest, work in a mine, or raise buildings
Assets
Tools provided by the government; no wages beyond daily meals
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