No One Heard
The mine shaft smelled of wet iron and old breath. Caleb Harlan turned on his headlamp and the beam cut through the darkness like a knife through fog. Seven children sat on upturned coal crates, their faces gray with dust that would never wash off. They were the coal rats—miners' kids who had never seen a classroom that wasn't carved out of rock. Caleb tapped the metal plate he'd stolen from...
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