The fog moved through the valley like something alive. It had been...

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The fog moved through the valley like something alive. It had been moving for three days, ever since the mines closed, ever since the last truck pulled out with its bed full of men and their tools and their lives packed into cardboard boxes.

Evan Hughes lay on the classroom floor, his back against the blackboard, his right hand gripping a piece of chalk so tight his knuckles were white. The chalk made a sound against the board—scratch, scratch, scratch—that filled the room like a clock ticking backwards. Mair sat in the front row. She was twelve, small for her age, with dark eyes that never stopped moving. She could not speak. She...

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