The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-23 21:51:50 -

The coal dust was already in my lungs, a gray powder that tasted of iron and old blood. I scraped the last bit of black rock from the face of the vein, my fingers numb and slick with sweat. My back ached, a dull, grinding pain that had become part of my skeleton over the last twenty years. I was forty-two, but I felt eighty. The pension office in the town square had given me the number: enough...

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