The Faded Frontier

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The dust of the coal line sticks to your tongue like ash, a gritty, metallic taste that coats the back of your throat and refuses to dissolve even when you swallow, a constant reminder that you are walking through the belly of a machine that chews up the world and spits out smoke, and you, Thomas, are not the man who owns the machine but the one who feeds it, or so they say, so your father said...

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