The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One The damp in the plaster was a living thing, eating the walls from the inside out. I sat in the lamp room of the mine, the air heavy with wet iron and old sweat, and watched the steam rise from the pipes. They hissed. Not like machinery, but like a throat clearing. It was the voice of my mother, or so I told myself, a whisper that promised relief if I only finished my thesis on labor...

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