The Golden Circuit

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October 14, 1912 Thomas, I am writing this by the light of a kerosene lamp that sputters like a dying heart, the wind off the ridge tearing at the shingles of this cabin until the whole frame rattles in its foundation. I am forty years old, and my hands are bleeding, not from the cold, but from the rock itself. The lease on Shaft Four is up in six days, and if I do not secure it, the debt our...

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