The Walls of Cwmynach

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I The cough came like a tide—relentless, inevitable. Elias Thornbury pressed his palm against his mouth and withdrew it stained crimson. The blood looked black in the dim light of the mine lamp. Thirty years he had taught in this schoolhouse built against the side of a Welsh coal valley, and thirty years the dust had been eating him from the inside. The children were gone for the day. He was...

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