Chapter 1920

That night, I told Enoch what happened.

He didn't come home every day. If it wasn't their anniversary, Annette wouldn't have gone to the market.

Enoch was furious. Without telling Annette, he took me back to the market and asked me to point out every man and woman who had bullied us.

The market folks lined up in rows, like lambs waiting for slaughter. They kept their heads down and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Why? Because they were poor. They had contracts with the market, each carrying huge rent debts.

They had no choice but to follow Enoch's orders. In fact, he didn't even need to be there.

market manager gave the commands, and he didn't even have the

stood there, pointing out

groveled before

tone was humble, but Enoch didn't even glance at

people out, beat them up, smashed their goods into the ground, and stomped them to

it took to push them to the edge

were their livelihood. Without them, they'd

for people like them, death isn't the worst. Cutting off their way to


way to live meant no hope. The worst torment wasn't physical. It was

words into my heart. They took root, sprouting

the bottom and the top was huge. The bottom slaved away their whole lives, getting

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