Whitewash
The walls of the opera had become torn and worn – too much so. The managers Debienne and Poligny thought it unseemly for the grandness and magnificence that symbolized the Opera Garnier. It had to be taken care of.
A young boy, ten at most, had been hired amongst others to paint the walls of the lower levels a shining white. It was tiring work, but Nicholas had been offered good pay and so he worked. But he didn't paint long, for soon young Nicholas was dashing back up the twisting turning stairs shouting of a man with a death's mask.
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