My name is Arina, a servant in the house of Potiphar, captain of Pharaoh's guard.
In our household, every servant knew his place. We rose before sunrise, polished bronze until it reflected our faces, and hurried through the halls before our masters stirred. Order was everything. Reputation was priceless. One accusation could destroy a servant forever.
Then Joseph arrived.
And on the day innocence was led away in chains, I watched righteousness dragged into darkness.

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