The Golden Maze
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling in the damp heat of the room. It was a notice of debt, crisp and white against the dark oak, listing the arrears of Mary Thorne, age fourteen, held in the East Ward debtors’ prison for failure to pay the industrial levy. Elias Thorne read the figures twice, his thumb rubbing the paper until the ink blurred. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant...
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