The Pale Path
Act I "Constitutional Weakness. Not Work-Related. Denied." The ink on the form was still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar, as Eamon Prendergast read the verdict that would strip him of his pension. He was thirty-four, a man whose lungs had begun to fail long before his knees did, and the mine doctor’s pen had drawn a line between his suffering and his wages that no amount of coughing could...
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