The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

What is a woman worth when the ink is still wet on her brother’s indenture? Chantal Morisset stood in the doorway of the surveyor’s camp, the drizzle soaking through her threadbare coat, and watched the mud swallow the boots of the men who had come to assess the debt. The air smelled of wet chalk and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. She had traveled three days...

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