Son of the Silicosis
Hank McCullough could see through rock. Not in a magic way. He'd be the first to tell you that. It was just that after twelve years in the Blackstone coal mine, his body had learned things his brain hadn't taught it. His ears could hear the difference between normal rock and hollow rock. His nose could smell gas before the detectors did. And his hands, when he pressed them against the mine...
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