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The coal dust in the Vane household did not settle; it suspended itself in the stagnant air, a fine grey powder that coated the tongue and gritted between the teeth, a constant reminder of the earth’s hunger. Thomas Vane, twelve years old and hollowed out by a diet of thin porridge and cold water, sat at the warped kitchen table, his eyes fixed on the ledger he was forbidden to read. He needed...
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