The Distant Threshold
The coal dust settles in the lungs before it settles in the air. It is a gray snow that never melts. It coats the tongue. It clogs the gears of the mind. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are a man of iron and salt. You stand in the pit. The shaft is a throat swallowing light. The rope is taut. The bucket is full. The weight is heavy. The weight is always heavy. You pull. You do not think. You...
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