The Faded Frequency
Blackwood Shaft, 14th October 1912 The coal is wet tonight, and the walls are humming. I can feel it in my teeth, a low vibration that starts in the soles of my boots and climbs up until my vision blurs at the edges. We have been working the night shift for three days now, and the air is thick with dust and the sound of men breathing through their mouths. I am writing this by the light of a...
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