The black in the Blackwood mine was not like any other black. Cassidy knew this the way a person knows that water is wet or that wood burns—through the accumulated evidence of a lifetime. The black in
She had been down there three times now, always at night, always when the house was empty. May Belle had gone first, of course. Fourteen and fearless and already broken in the ways that matter—the father dead, the mother gone to Pittsburgh, the family name a curse on every mouth in Oakhaven. May Belle had gone into the deepest passage six weeks ago and come out six hours later with crystal dust...
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