The coal dust settled on everything—on Earl Harlan's work boots, on the windowsill of his trailer...
Earl sat on the porch of his trailer, a cup of coffee cooling in his hands, and watched the hills of the Appalachian Mountains fade into twilight. West Virginia in 2019 was a place that had been forgotten by everyone except the people who lived here, and even they were leaving if they could. The mine had closed two years ago. The company said the seams were played out. Earl knew the truth—the...
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