The Golden Oath
The count was always the same: four hundred and twelve men in the pit, forty-eight hours of shift, and a debt that grew by the hour. You knew the weight of a ton of coal better than you knew the weight of your own body, a heavy, black thing that pressed against the ribs of Blackwood. Your brother, Thomas, was in the infirmary, his lungs filled with the dust that made the air taste of iron. You...
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