t could be far, far worse for us, Annie.He understood Shmi's words now with every cell of his being. Compared to this, working for Watto on Tatooine had been a paradise.The factories on Nar Shaddaa rose hundreds of stories and were spread out over hundreds of meters. The spice went through a multistep processing system. It could not be exposed to light, so the slaves lived in perpetual darkness. Much of the spice was off-loaded from ships that had made the Kessel Run. Other spice was cut in huge underground caverns. All of it was ferried up to the processing levels where the spice was dried or frozen, then processed into blocks.Enormous power plants supplied energy for the endeavor. At the end of the long day, the workers filed out from the darkness, almost blinded, only to walk under a sky thick with toxic fumes. Taking a deep breath of the gray, particulate-laden air could lead to a long coughing fit.Anakin already knew that the death rate among slaves was high.Children and the elders were especially vulnerable. From what he could see, many were dying by degrees.Security was constant. The slaves were guarded by patrolling natives of Nar Shaddaa as well as droids. Escape was impos
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