ink-dark

Updated: June 7, 2025

There was not one single thing he had done to me, Paulette, or any one else that I did not put a name to. And I trusted Macartney, or any man he had left in the ink-dark stope, would be fool enough to jump at me for what I said. But no one jumped. And out of the graveyard blackness in front of me came a muffled chuckle! It rooted me stone still, and I dare swear it would have you.

Susan Morrow Jones - The La Chance Mine Mystery