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West Virginia, 1939. Howie Dewitt worked the night shift to keep a roof over his family. Deep in the tunnels, he slipped and fell into a shaft. Rescue crews tried for days. Then they stopped. The town mourned. His wife folded his shirts and put the lamp away.
Two winters later, in 1941, a crew found a man stumbling through the dark—dust-caked, eyes vacant. “Name?” someone asked. He whispered, “That is I.” It was Howie. He went to a hospital, then home.
From the doorway, something was wrong. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Every night he sat before the turned-off television for hours, as if the glass might answer back. One evening his wife touched his face to wake him for dinner and saw them: thick, uneven stitches tracing his jawline. Then she noticed his right hand. Five fingers. But Howie had lost his pinky seven years ...
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