The Faded Masquerade
The ledger in Warden Halloway’s office recorded three hundred and twelve hours of labor owed by Elias Thorne, a debt that compounded daily like interest on a loan no one had signed. Elias counted the stitches in the hem of his wool coat, a nervous habit that had earned him a caning last Tuesday, while the other boys practiced their masks in the mirror above the washbasin. The air in the...
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