The Price of Greed

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The fog came down from Grint Moor like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of wet stone and old coal dust. Thomas Tenwick stood at the edge of Foxglen and looked down into it. The shaft opened like a mouth in the moorland, forty feet of black vertigo beneath the crumbling wooden ladder that had once been its only claim to civilization. He had been searching for his father for three days....

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