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The coal dust is in your teeth. It is in the creases of your neck. It is in the hair of your wife, sleeping in the next room. You are awake. You have been awake for three days. The mill is silent. The steam is down. The men are gone. They packed their bags in the night. They took what they could carry. They left you. You are the foreman. You are the one who stays. This is the law. Or so you...
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