The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The clock in the mine office struck four, the sound a dull thud that vibrated through the floorboards and into Elias’s boots. He counted the hours on his fingers, a ritual as old as the coal dust in his lungs, but the numbers refused to add up. Seven hours of labor. Seven hours of silence. Then, the shift. The air in the shaft had turned thick and wet, tasting of iron and old rain, and the...

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