The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ledger said twelve shillings for the week, but my hands counted only eight. The other four were gone, taken by Grist for "maintenance of the soul," a phrase he used to justify docking wages for any hesitation, any stumble, any breath taken too loudly in the dark. I stood in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and coal dust, and I held the bolt of silk in my palm. It was...

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