The Distant Metropolis
The invoice from the Blackwood Coal Company lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling in the damp air, listing the deductions for my share of the mine’s recent collapse and the medical fees for Elara’s latest coughing fit. I signed it without looking at the total, my hand steady despite the tremor in my fingers, because the alternative was to admit that we had nothing left to lose but the...
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