A hundred fifty. He's indenture had been for less than that, had only grown from its original amount. He'd seen the ledger. He'd burnt the ledger. He did not say a breath of that.
Instead, he said nothing at all for a moment. It didn't matter what this man said, there were three results here: he became his debt-slave, he went to jail, or he was shot.
Quietly, he asked, "Can I have these shackles off, at least?"
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Date: 2016-11-12 10:42 am (UTC)Instead, he said nothing at all for a moment. It didn't matter what this man said, there were three results here: he became his debt-slave, he went to jail, or he was shot.
Quietly, he asked, "Can I have these shackles off, at least?"