The First Light
I The coal mine had been dead for twenty years before Eleanor Hayes found it. She stood at the entrance, a yawning hole in the Yorkshire hillside, and felt the cold air breathe out of it like the sigh of something old and tired. The mine had closed in 1870, when the coal ran out or the market collapsed or the men went elsewhere — she couldn't remember which. What she remembered was the letter...
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