The Distant Affair

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The sample jar sat on my desk, glowing with a faint, sickly green pulse. It was 1912, and I was thirty-four years old, a geologist reduced to a clerk in the mud-choked office of the Blackwood Coal Mine. My father’s farm in the valley was failing, the soil turned to dust, and I needed the lease for the northern shaft to save us. I wanted that lease more than I wanted to breathe. The mine owner,...

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