At seven in the evening in the Royal Capital Square, the clock perched on top of the spire slowly struck, signaling the end of a day's labor.
As a member of the glass workshop's labor force, Dalit set down the blowing pipe in his hands and left the steamy factory with his colleagues, heading towards the tavern under the street lamps.
Along the way, the group of about a dozen workers incessantly complained about the recent literacy policy implemented by the council, which not only reduced their work hours from eleven per day to nine but also cut their salaries by about twenty percent.
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