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STUMBLING OVER BRISTOL

On a sunny day in the city of Bristol, Esme stumbled in the street. The tip of her boot caught against a raised paving stone and she clattered to her knees. There was a small golden square of metal on the floor: Fugra from Freetown. Enslaved 15 years old. Arrived in St. Helena 1731. Died of tuberculosis 1735.

The feet of commuters, screaming children and shoppers beat the pavement as Esme crouched on the concrete. Another raised stone glinted next to the first:

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