A Dollar’s Worth of Dust and the Reckoning at Register Five
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT ON THE BELT The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed with a low, sixty-hertz vibration that lived behind Maya’s ears by six o’clock every Tuesday. It was the hour when the floor smelled of damp winter coats, crushed produce near the entry bays, and the sour tang of spilt milk drying under the…