The Distant Legend
Thorne, you’re in the way again. The voice came from the office door, low and gravelly, belonging to Silas Vane, the foreman. I straightened my back, adjusting the collar of my shirt, which had seen better days. The air in the Blackwood Coal Company’s main hall smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of iron filings that seemed to coat every surface here. I wasn’t...
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