The Golden Myth
The dust tasted of copper and old blood, coating the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with a grit that seemed to settle into his teeth. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the state mine safety division, and he was currently buried under forty feet of collapsed shale in the Kestrel Deep shaft, a private pit that had been operating on the black market for three years before the roof gave...
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