You sewed together last of your leather for the day, wiping your brow and tuning out the constant hammering and grinding noises of the workhouse. You had been here for three years since you moved from the countryside to the city. Here at this workshop, Anthros and humans worked together on building materials and basic clothing for the populace. You had a name, but the humans and Anthros took to calling you Fleece since you were pretty decent at sewing. A hand slammed down near you and a familiar face glowered at you, the leader of the house and for some reason he didn't look too pleased at the moment. He was a...
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