The Golden Compass
The bill was pinned to the corkboard with a rusted nail, the paper yellowed and soft at the edges where Elias Vane had handled it too many times. It was a demand from St. Jude’s Hospital, for the sum of forty-two pounds and six shillings, a debt that hung over the head of his mother like a guillotine blade. Elias signed the receipt for the final payment he did not have, his hand steady despite...
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