The Rusting Soul

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The Rusting Soul

The wind in the North of England doesn't blow; it scours. It carries the grit of a thousand coal mines and the smell of wet iron, a scent that gets into your pores and stays there until the day you die. I am Arthur, and for twenty years, I have been a part of the deep. The change happened in the Black-Vein Pit, four thousand feet below the surface. A cave-in had trapped me in a pocket of air...

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