The People's Ledger
I. They pulled me out of the mine shaft with soot on my face and ash in my lungs, and for three days I lay in a cot at St. Jude's Hospital listening to the rain hit the tin roof of the ward. On the fourth morning, I closed my eyes and saw a life that was not mine. I was a man in a grey suit standing on the forty-second floor of a building that hadn't been built yet. I looked down at the streets...
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