The Golden Maze
The ledger in the Warden’s office listed my father’s debt in ink so black it seemed to absorb the light. Three hundred and twelve pounds, four shillings, and six pence. That was the price of his labor, the cost of his lungs, and the sum of my existence. I was twelve years old, and I knew the weight of that number better than I knew the weight of my own body. The Debtors’ Guild did not...
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