The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The coal dust in my lungs has a taste like rusted wire, and I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle because the kerosene is gone and I cannot afford to ask the landlord for a replacement. It is November 14, 1912, and the wind off the quarry is stripping the leaves from the elms in a sound that is too much like the hiss of the ventilation shafts down at the Harrowgate Mine. You...

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