The Iron Pulse of the Valley
The valley was a scar of red clay and black soot, where the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and the sound of coughing. Caleb was a man of the earth, with hands that were permanently stained by coal dust and a heart that beat in time with the rhythmic thud of the mine shafts. For a decade, the Valley Mining Corp had treated the workers as disposable tools. They lived in company housing,...
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