The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The wind in the Hollow Creek mine did not blow; it breathed. It was a cold, wet exhalation that smelled of iron and rot, a smell that clung to the back of Elias’s throat like a second tongue. He was twelve years old, his fingers black with coal dust, holding a tattered piece of parchment that his father had pressed into his palm the night before he died. The map showed a vein deep in the rock,...

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