Ch. 17: Tattered Words
“Well, well…shall we get on with it?” The men gathered at the mine entrance to finish adding support beams to the opening. Mr. Edgerton marched between them in a finely tailored suit, sweating through its woven threads. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at beads of moisture pooling on his forehead. “Steady… Continue reading Ch. 17: Tattered Words