The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The coal dust in my lungs tastes like copper pennies, a sharp metallic tang that coats the back of my throat and settles into the creases of my skin. I am scrubbing the rust from the handle of the main ventilation fan, my knuckles white and split, the bristle brush tearing at the metal while the gears above groan in the dark. It is 1893, and the air in the Blackwood mine shafts is thick enough...

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