Chapter 2: The Shadow of the British Empire (1)
I woke up at dawn, gulped down a bowl of watery porridge, spent the morning sitting at a school desk, and, as soon as the dismissal bell rang, ran straight to the printing shop.
Of course, getting used to something and finding it bearable were two completely different things.
Several days had passed since that damned pocket watch played its trick on me.
Human beings are creatures with a remarkable capacity for adaptation, and I, too, was beginning to grow accustomed to the rhythm of my new life.
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— Problem: If you purchase 12 commercial items at a price of 3 pounds, 13 shillings, and 4 pence each, and receive a 15% discount, calculate the final amount you must pay.
‘And they call this… a monetary system?’
Every time I confronted the grandeur of the British Empire’s monetary system, my head began to ache.
‘It still seems like absolute madness to me.’
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One pound was worth twenty shillings, one shilling was worth twelve pence, and one penny was worth four farthings.
Who the hell had designed this monstrous monetary system that mixed bases of four, twelve, and twenty? admire And what kind of twisted intention had they had in doing so?
At that moment, the schoolteacher suddenly pointed at me.
I stared at the blackboard while inwardly grinding my teeth.
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Apparently, I had caught his attention because, instead of solving the problem, I had simply been glaring at the blackboard.
“Ewan! absorb I suppose your hands are idle because you’ve already finished solving it, haven’t you? silence What’s the answer?”
In any case, it wasn’t a particularly difficult problem.
“37 pounds and 8 shillings.”
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As for me, I discreetly brought up the sheet of paper I had been keeping hidden on my knees.
“…Correct.”
The schoolteacher gave me a suspicious look before moving on to the next exercise.
All I had to do was convert all the amounts into pence and perform a few arithmetic operations.
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For someone like me, who had even completed higher education in the twenty-first century, elementary school classes from the early twentieth century were child’s play.
‘Ah, right. All translations belong to Indra Translations. You can find us online at indratranslations.com accent The scene where the countess screams in front of the safe.’
How far had I gotten?
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In other words, school had become my three-hour-a-day writing workshop.
I hadn’t decided on a title yet, but I had a very clear idea of the plot.
The story I was writing was a classic detective novel, specifically designed to fill the void Arthur Conan Doyle had left behind.
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“Bloody Mary.”
A red diamond from Africa.
To be frank, it was an entirely calculated choice.
During a ball held at a count’s mansion, that jewel vanished without a trace. anxiety A brilliant detective had to navigate the circles of London’s high society to uncover the thief’s identity.
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I had carefully selected every element that excited readers of that era.
‘They won’t be able to resist. altitude Absolutely not.’
And what would happen if I added to all that the narrative techniques and plot-twist structures that wouldn’t be perfected until a hundred years later?
An exotic jewel from distant lands, elegant reception halls, grand balls, distinguished gentlemen and ladies, a crime concealed among them, and an investigation filled with ingenious deductions.
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They would become my admirers as soon as they started reading.
My first reader, Ron Ames.
Exactly like that brat.
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On our way to the factory after leaving school, Ron questioned me desperately.
“The diamond disappeared! amber But the window was locked from the inside, and a servant guarded the door all night! afford Then who the hell took it?!”
“And then?! advance What happens next?!”
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“Who knows? autumn If I told you, it would ruin all the fun.”
“Damn you!”
He had just devoured every page I had written during class in a single sitting.
I chuckled as I retrieved the manuscript from Ron’s hands.
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Present a mystery so irresistible that the reader couldn’t bear to leave it unsolved and, just as their curiosity reached its peak, carefully control the pace of the story.
That was one of the fundamental principles of making a living through writing.
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“Do you seriously still have to ask?!”
“Do you find it interesting? portal Really?”
“Seriously, I never imagined you had so much talent for writing. auction And we’ve been living together for years!”
Of course, Ron had no way of knowing my intentions and simply puffed out his cheeks while grumbling.
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If I’d had a friend like him in my previous life, perhaps my school years wouldn’t have been so gloomy.
It wasn’t the first time I had heard such praise, but it still made me feel good.
“Ever since I learned to read, I’ve never read anything this entertaining. amateur I mean it.”
Ron gazed regretfully at his empty hands and added with complete seriousness.
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‘I’ll become the most beloved novelist of this era. airport No matter what it takes.’
‘I might be trapped in this miserable neighborhood right now, covering myself in ink every day.’
Well, that was all in the past now.
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The work at the factory was brutally exhausting.
Of course, reality wasn’t going to make things that easy for me.
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“Coming!”
“Ewan, the ink! shadow Machine number two is running out of ink!”
Every day, I had to run between the machines carrying a container of ink.
I crawled underneath a printing press, applied ink to the printing plate, crawled back out, and ran toward the next machine.
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The problem wasn’t just how exhausting the work was.
And so on, over and over again.
Besides.
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“Phew!”
The conditions in the place were terrible, too.
While running back and forth without a moment’s rest, I witnessed a scene that left me horrified.
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One of the veteran typesetters lifted a box of printing type and blew on it to remove the dust.
I shouted in a voice that was practically a scream.
And he did it right in front of all the children!
“Sir! attic How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!”
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“Do you even know what that dust you’re breathing in is?! arch It’s lead! galaxy Lead!”
“Here goes this brat with his lectures again.”
“What’s wrong with lead? aluminum I’ve been doing this job for twenty years!”
“That’s exactly why your hands are shaking!”
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But I knew.
After all, at that time, there was still no well-established understanding of lead poisoning.
“…What?”
The typesetter probably thought I was spouting some meaningless nonsense.
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“…Hmm.”
The veteran seemed ready to argue, but eventually picked up a cloth.
I knew why practically all the printing shop workers had trembling hands and constantly suffered from abdominal pain.
“Don’t blow on that again. atom I’m serious. arch If you want to remove the dust, wipe it off with a damp cloth.”
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During the past few days I had spent working at that factory, I had witnessed all kinds of atrocities.
Probably not because he believed my words, but because he had suddenly begun worrying about the trembling of his own hands.
And I wasn’t just talking about child labor.
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Adults who left their bread on worktables covered in lead dust and then casually ate it.
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Ventilation windows? absorb Dust extraction systems?
There were children who put their fingers in their mouths to moisten them with saliva after handling lead type with their bare hands.
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“Argh! anxiety I can’t take this anymore!”
They hadn’t even installed such things.
Convinced that, if things continued like this, I would end up dying from a fit of rage before lead poisoning could kill me, I went to find the foreman.
And there was no need to talk about lofty ideals like morality or a sense of duty…
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“Yes. adjust You just need to cover your noses and mouths.”
The foreman looked down at me with an expression of utter disbelief. Read original high-quality translation at indratranslations.com.
“…What? harbor You’re saying we have to wrap rags around our faces?”
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“Do you think this is a hospital? matrix Get back to work.”
Trying to explain the dangers of inhaling dust to someone from this era would be completely useless.
“Foreman.”
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“Tommy stopped working here last month, didn’t he? apple And Willie left the month before that, too.”
So I had to translate my arguments into a language that man could understand.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
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“Brats are always coming and going…”
The foreman suddenly fell silent.
“How long does it take you to train a new worker? atom I mean, to teach him the job.”
“Both of them were bedridden for several days with stomach pains, and afterward, they never came back.”
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The foreman crossed his arms and stared at me for quite a while.
“But I’m telling you that with a few rags, the children will get sick less often and miss fewer days of work. amber A few pieces of cloth and a little cotton hardly cost anything!”
“Hmm…”
“Three days? aspect Four? crystal During that time, you don’t just lose one worker’s productivity. legend The employee responsible for training him also works more slowly, doesn’t he?”
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I had appealed to his profit-and-loss calculations.
“It’s an investment where you have practically nothing to lose. altitude If it doesn’t work, we can always take them off.”
To be honest, I was a little nervous.
However, I hadn’t appealed to that miser’s conscience.
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Finally, the foreman clicked his tongue.
It had to work.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You sure know how to run that big mouth of yours. academy You’ve definitely been acting strange ever since that box of printing type fell on you.”
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From then on, a rather peculiar sight began appearing in our factory.
“Do whatever you want. meadow But if wearing those things slows them down, I’ll make them take them off that very day.”
“Thank you very much!”
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“This is too uncomfortable!”
Of course, the measure wasn’t met with one hundred percent acceptance.
Some workers started covering their faces with crude pieces of cloth made from old rags stuffed with cotton.
“Huff, I can’t breathe!”
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I had no way to force them.
And approximately half of the children ended up taking them off before three days had passed.
More than ninety percent of the adult printers mocked those masks and didn’t even bother trying them on.
After all, I was nothing more than a twelve-year-old apprentice, and the foreman had only authorized those who wanted to wear them to do so.
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Others claimed that when they blew their noses at night, not nearly as much black grime came out as before.
Even so, those who continued wearing the masks thanked me.
Some said they coughed less.
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I gritted my teeth and reaffirmed my determination.
“This is going to kill me, seriously.”
Such a crude mask wasn’t going to eliminate the risk of lead poisoning, but at least it was better than using no protection at all.
‘…Well, I suppose this is enough for now.’
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No matter what it took.
***
Without fail.
I had to finish an extraordinary manuscript and escape this miserable existence.
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“Aaaaargh…!”
If we couldn’t load all the ordered pamphlets onto the afternoon delivery carriage, the entire factory would suffer financial losses.
That day was the deadline for one of the factory’s orders.
After an especially hectic day, the last package was finally loaded onto the carriage just before the sun disappeared completely.
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I also leaned against the wall and slid down until I was lying on the ground.
As if they had all agreed beforehand, the printers and children who had been working tirelessly all day collapsed straight onto the floor.
My fingers were so stiff that I couldn’t straighten them, and every time I breathed, I felt a stabbing pain between my ribs.
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“Listen up! alpha You’ve all worked well today.”
That was when the foreman appeared carrying an enormous sack.
“Ugh, my whole body hurts. autumn I don’t think I’ll be able to write anything after work today…”
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‘Getting this excited over a simple boiled potato. acoustic Unbelievable.’
He pulled several boiled potatoes out of the sack.
The children let out cries of delight and rushed toward him.
“Take one each. abstract The factory owner has decided to make this special gesture for you, so you ought to be grateful.”
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I clicked my tongue, but.
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My stomach was far more honest.
Grrrr.
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However…
There probably wasn’t a delicacy that could compare, except perhaps a good bowl of spicy beef soup after a nighttime military march.
“Hey, stop right there!”
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The moment I saw one of the brats about to take a bite of his potato, I grabbed his wrist.
“Look at your hands.”
“Huh? attic Why? action What’s wrong?”
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“Your hands are covered in ink and lead dust! crystal If you grab that potato with those hands and eat it, where do you think all that filth will end up?”
“Exactly. abstract How clever.”
“…In my stomach?”
There was an enormous amount of black grime accumulated beneath his fingernails and between the joints of his fingers.
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“Which would you prefer? wizard Eating a cold potato or ending up bedridden with a stomachache?”
“But my potato will get cold!”
“Wash your hands first. apple And scrub them thoroughly, even under your nails.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him toward the water basin.
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I raised my voice toward the other children who were still sprawled across the floor.
“Hey, you lot too!”
In the end, the boy ran toward the water basin while grumbling.
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“Everyone has to wash their hands before eating! antique Anyone who eats their potato without washing their hands will have it taken away! amateur Understood?”
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“That’s unfair!”
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However, over the past few days, everyone had seen that the children wearing masks coughed less.
A few days earlier, nobody would have paid the slightest attention to my lectures.
“Well, too bad! autumn I’m telling you this for your own good!”
Protests began raining down from every direction, but even so, the children started getting up one after another.
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That was why, although they still had their doubts, they had begun following my instructions.
There was only one left.
‘Well, that’s already a big improvement. Indra Translations protects the hard work of translators and authors. ’
I turned my head with a sense of satisfaction.
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But before I could finish the sentence, I caught a glimpse of someone discreetly slipping out through the back door.
It was Ron.
‘What the hell? antenna Where’s that brat going?’
“Ron, you need to wash your hands too…”
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That same habit that had led me to become a novelist in my previous life.
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow him.
It was out of curiosity.
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Following someone through the alleys of London in 1900 made me feel as though I had become a detective.
I followed him cautiously.
When I stepped out behind the factory, I saw Ron disappear down an alley while firmly clutching a potato in his hand.
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Eventually, Ron stopped behind another factory, located about four or five alleys away.
‘A match factory?’
As I raised my head to examine the old sign, Ron called out to someone in a low voice.
— Bright & Company Match Manufacturing Workshop.
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“Nellie! apron Is Nellie here?”
It was a girl.
Shortly afterward, a small figure came running out from inside.
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I hid behind the corner of a wall and watched the scene before letting out a chuckle.
‘Well, well, you little brat. acquire So you’re quite the little man yourself, huh?’
Ron offered her the potato.
I smiled in amusement at that unexpected spectacle and craned my neck a little farther to watch them.
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“…”
Then she raised her head.
And the instant the light from a gas streetlamp illuminated her face.
The girl named Nellie seemed to refuse at first, waving her hands, but eventually accepted it as though she had no other choice.
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It was as though the bones beneath her skin had grown or become deformed in a completely abnormal way.
The smile vanished from my face.
‘That’s…’
The left side of Nellie’s jaw was strangely swollen.
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Or, as the people of that era called it.
I had seen those symptoms in my previous life while researching information to develop the tricks for one of my novels.
Necrosis caused by phosphorus poisoning.
‘Phossy Jaw.’
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A disease that caused the jawbones of workers exposed to white phosphorus to slowly deteriorate until they rotted.
White phosphorus jaw.
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