The Pale Tale
The coal dust in Harrowgate tasted of iron and old rot, a grit that settled in the teeth and never quite washed away. I stood before the mouth of Shaft Four, the new venture of the Blackwood Mining Company, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sight of the line. It was a pale, shimmering barrier, a vertical sheet of light that cut through the dark earth like a scar in the air,...
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