The Distant Summer
The slip of paper was thin, the kind that crinkled if you breathed on it too hard, and Thomas Vane held it up to the window where the November light was already failing. It was a notice from the Whitmore Coal Company, dated the third, informing him that his wages for the previous week had been withheld due to a "safety infraction" in the eastern drift. He did not remember a violation. He...
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