The fog did not roll in that morning. It had been there since dawn,...

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The fog did not roll in that morning. It had been there since dawn, a thick yellow-grey blanket smot

The fog did not roll in that morning. It had been there since dawn, a thick yellow-grey blanket smothering the colliery town of Whitby. Arthur Pemberton III stood at the edge of the pithead, his boots sunk in coal dust and rainwater, and watched the men lower themselves into the dark. He was twenty-two, thin as a rail, with the kind of face that belonged to a generation that had inherited...

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