The Wistful Show
The debt was four hundred and twelve pounds, a sum that had grown by three pence a day since the autumn, and Elias counted the coins in his pocket for the fourth time, his fingers slick with sweat against the cold copper. He stood in the attic of the Blackwood manor, the air thick with the smell of damp plaster and old mice, while below him the floorboards groaned under the weight of the house...
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