At 28, I became the most unusual accountant in the city: while everyone else calculates money, I calculate lifespans.
A construction site had gone three years without paying its workers. The boss had -87 hanging over his head: 87 months shaved off his life.
The Debt-Clearing Hall had spent thirty years collecting debts, trading the lives of the living for merit. My grandfather was halfway through investigating them when he died.
