The wind picked up the pages of her journal. The woman licked the end of the lead of her pencil and held the paper tightly against her lap. She wrote:
I was afraid when Colt said he'd taken the job in Durmonth.
I wanted to put my foot down, refuse to let him go, but how quickly hunger turns to starvation and need to desperation. We needed money for food if we were to stay alive, and being a banker's assistant is much better than going down into the mines.
There is something wicked about those black shafts.
Perhaps, it is the lack of sunshine.
They cripple young men. Those mines would turn my sons into black-faced shells and diseased old men before their time.
Fear haunts me. I stay awake nights wondering if letting my son work for The Curst Bank & Trust means I have made a pact with the devil.
God help me for I fear I have.
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