The candle flame trembled in the draft that slipped through the...

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The candle flame trembled in the draft that slipped through the cracks of the stone wall.

Thomas slept in the next room, his small breathing the only sound that mattered to her. She was twenty-eight, narrow-boned and pale as the linen she had once sewed for the mistress of the big house, before the mine collapsed and the mistress stopped looking at her with anything but pity. Pity was worse than hatred. Pity reminded you that you were already dead to the world. She lit another...

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