The Golden Downtown

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The ink smudged on the page as I pressed the nib harder, the paper absorbing the black liquid like the coal dust that had settled in the creases of my hands over twenty years in the mines, and I looked out the window of the boarding house where the light was wrong, a thick, honeyed gold that did not belong to the gray November sky of Blackwood. I am forty years old, and my lungs are filling...

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