The Golden Farce
Chapter One The peat bogs of the Waikato do not care for the dead, only for the water that keeps them. Lois Aldridge knew this because she had spent three years sorting the ledgers of the Department of Internal Affairs, a job that required a steady hand and a silence that could be bought for two shillings an hour. She was forty-two. Her contract had been cancelled the previous Tuesday, the...
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