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Act I Nora Prendergast was a woman who had forgotten how to breathe without counting the cost, and she stood in the parlor of the debtors’ prison with her hands pressed flat against the rough, splintered wood of the table. The room smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of the iron stove, a scent that seemed to seep into the pores of her skin. She was there to collect the last of her wages...
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