The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The coal dust hung in the air like a suspended judgment, settling on the ledger books and the cold iron of the desk, a fine grey snow that never melted. "You are done, Arthur," Halloway said, his voice flat and dry, the tone of a man reading the price of a commodity. "Pack your tools. The shift ends at noon." Arthur Vane did not move. He stood by the window of the pit office, forty years old,...

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