The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coal dust had settled into a fine, grey powder that coated the inside of my throat, a taste that no amount of water could wash away, leaving a metallic tang that spoke of the deep earth’s indifference to the lives we carved out of its belly. I sat in the back of the carriage, the rhythm of the wheels on the iron tracks beating a dull, persistent throb against my skull, and I watched the...

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