“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”
David Aho pictured.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Past the underground repair shop is this cliffside adit.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
Hiking into the ghost town with enough gear to live there for a few days, if we wanted.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
In the power house corner is this gratuitously gigantic doorway. It used to be even bigger, too, as indicated by the brick arch another foot over the top windows.
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