Jewel of Lust
‘You’ll be paid five dollars a week, with room and board.’ The Lord of the House led him down a maze of dirty corridors. They passed doors lying off their hinges, and some barely affixed. The plaster was falling from the walls in places, oil lamps left carbon stains on the low ceiling. In short, the place was a dump. But that wasn’t to say it was beyond repair. The foundation was good. He’d noted that the moment he set foot inside. The floors were surprisingly solid, and it was a start. As they...