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... ill asleep.
Sitting on a stump, I stared at the house and the buildings looming around it. The blast furnace was the only one burning, but that was to be expected. Its gray smoke went high up into the sky, telling me there wasn't much wind down here or up there.
"Three days..." I whispered, wondering how much longer it'd take for him to wake.
He had been malnourished. Dehydrated. Weak.
Not a surprise, of course. Nearly three months he had spent buried in that mine ...
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