The Distant Threshold

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The fog did not roll into Blackwood Colliery; it bled out of the earth, thick and grey, smelling of sulfur and wet iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the shaft, his boots caked in mud that had turned to paste under the weight of his boots. He was thirty-two, though the dust in his lungs made him feel older, his joints grinding with a pain that mirrored the groaning timber above. The men were...

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