The Distant Promise
The coal chute collapsed on a Tuesday in late October, not with the dramatic thunderclap one might expect from the sudden surrender of iron and stone, but with a low, grinding shriek that sounded horribly like a man dying of thirst in a locked room, followed by a silence so absolute and heavy that the dust hanging in the air seemed to freeze in place, turning the entire basement of the Whitmore...
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