Bill Haslam sat in the dark and listened to the coal breathe.

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It was not a dramatic sound. It was not the deep, resonant hum that poets might imagine coming from the heart of the earth. It was a sound you could easily mistake for nothing at all—if you were not already sitting in a coal mine at two in the morning, alone, with nothing to listen to but the building itself. It was more like a sigh. A slow, wet, almost imperceptible exhalation that came up...

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