The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in the hollows never really stopped; it just changed its mind about how it wanted to fall. I was thirty-two years old in the winter of 1924, and the debt for my mother’s lungs was a weight heavier than the pickaxe I carried, a ledger of numbers that had no mercy for the man who owed them. The mine was not merely a hole in the earth, but a living thing, a vast, breathing organism whose...

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