The Last Lesson of the Coal Dust
(Variant V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The rain in the northern mining town of Blackwood did not fall; it descended as a heavy, soot-stained shroud, clinging to the jagged slate roofs and the hollowed eyes of the men who emerged from the earth. In this gray purgatory, where the sun was a forgotten myth, Arthur lived in a cottage that smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of blood. Arthur had...
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