The Steam Devil of Blackmoor Pit
The blue flames erupted from the iron vent with a sound like a bell struck beneath water — a deep, resonant note that vibrated in the teeth of every man standing on the ridge. They stood shoulder to shoulder along the ragged crest, colliers wrapped in oilskin coats, their faces already blackened by years of swallowing the same darkness they mined from the earth. The flames rose twenty feet into...
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