Act I: The Breaking Point
The cave smelled of wet stone and old blood. Sean O'Malley pressed his back against the rock face, listening to the bootfalls crescendo up the mountainside. Three hundred men. Coal company deputies in leather armor, FBI agents with Thompson submachine guns, and worse—the miners themselves, armed with picks and torches, their faces twisted by months of starvation and lies. Inside the cave, only...
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