Fiction | September 01, 1994
This Town Won't Be in the United States
Steve Yates
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On the morning of August 10, 1861, miners at the Morkan Quarry heard thunder. They stepped from the shade of a tool shed and gazed west. Lime powdered them white and matted their hair gray with sweat.
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