The rhythm of hammers and picks pounded into Hasil’s head. In the deep darkness, ears were more reliable than eyes, and Hasil had learned months ago how to tell the nearness of his peers. He learned the sound a pickaxe makes when striking bedrock, shale, clay or, worse, the void. Striking the void was devestating. …
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