The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The coal dust in the Blackwood Shaft does not settle; it hangs in the air like a suspended judgment, coating the lungs and the conscience in an identical gray film. I arrived at the mouth of the mine on a Tuesday in November of 1912, my breath pluming in the bitter cold, carrying with me the heavy leather folio that contained the new safety decree and, more importantly, the letter of...

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