What the Air Remembers
The coffee was cold. It was always cold in the abandoned mine outpost, and Ray Hargrove didn't bother making new coffee anymore. He just drank the old stuff, black, and let the bitterness remind him that he was still alive.He was forty-five years old, a former National Guard radio operator who had survived a mining accident that had taken both his legs below the knee. Now he lived in this...
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