The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ledger in the mine office recorded your output in pounds, not hours, and by the time you had counted the last sack of coal for the night shift, your fingers were numb and the air smelled of wet iron and stale sweat. You were twelve years old, Thomas, and the debt owed to the apothecary for your father’s cough medicine stood at four pounds, a sum that felt as heavy and immovable as the stone...

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