The Wistful Crossroads

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The shadow is cold. It presses against your spine, a weight of wet wool and coal dust, and you do not turn around. You know it is there. You have known it for three months, since the day the pit swallowed Thomas whole. You stand in the office of Mr. Sterling, the air thick with the smell of pipe tobacco and old paper. Sterling does not look up from his ledger. His fingers, thick and red, tap a...

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