The Class Breaker
Mary Sullivan scrubbed the Ashworth Hall kitchen floors at five in the morning, before the fires were lit, when the stone was cold enough to wake you up and the only sound was the drip of the tap and the occasional squeak of the cat in the pantry. She scrubbed with her knuckles, the way she had been taught by the previous scullery maid, a woman named Grace who had been fired for stealing sugar...
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