The Faded Alibi
The coal dust in the Blackwood shafts did not settle; it suspended, a fine gray snow that coated the lungs and the conscience alike. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the drop, his forty-year-old body aching with a dull, persistent throb that felt less like injury and more like erosion. He had come to the mine not for the coal, but for the truth, a cold draft that had haunted his sleep for...
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