The Golden Maze
I held the bill in my hand, the paper thin and soft as skin, the ink smudged where my sweat had soaked it. It was for three months of rent on the cellar, plus the cost of the heating oil that kept the damp from turning my lungs to water. The total was forty-two pounds, a sum that felt heavy enough to crush a man if he looked at it too long, yet it was the only thing keeping me alive. I had no...
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