The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The slip of paper was thin, yellowed at the edges, and smelled of the damp wool in my father’s coat. It was a transfer order, signed in his cramped, angular hand, moving my name from the surface sorting shed to the deep seam, Level Four. I held it up to the lantern light in the office, watching the ink bleed slightly into the fibers, while the foreman, a man named Halloway, stared at the...

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