They found her again two years after she'd gone missing, body crammed halfway down a ventilation shaft in the old coal mine out by the Riverside. Her face was contorted like she'd died screaming or gasping for air or crying when she realised she was too far away for anyone to hear.
Her friend had gone missing in the mines some four years earlier, trying to find her cousin who'd wandered off as a child and never been found again.
Surely by now they'd see the pattern too and realise that the mine needed to feed?
Surely by now they'd listen to us and cut their losses before they end up coming home in a body bag, if they were ever found at all.
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