“I just wish you could work at a job where you could see the sun. A job where the light could kiss your face.” I sighed as my dad located his gear – his helmet, hammer, shovel. Most of the time he left his tools at the mine, but yesterday he had left in a…
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When the fingers gripped my arm in the darkness, I screamed. I knew Harvey had told me to be quiet, but the fingers were so cold. So thin. So… I don’t know. I screamed until Harvey’s hand clamped over my mouth. “What is it this time? Have you forgotten we are being hunted?” He whispered…