
Fresh butter means the Union has gained ground. You play Robert Johnson, enslaved in wartime North Carolina, carrying news that cannot travel under its own name and trading coded questions about eggs and fish across a market stall while an overseer passes. Newspapers come home under the groceries, and you can read them, a skill the household once granted as an amusement. Boots cross the passage; a flour sack goes over the page.
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