Soot-stained wooden scaffolds, constructed with care and precision, slowly twisted up the side of the mountain. Built between the steep slopes and wooden platforms, resting on both lumber and rock, were small wooden dwellings, no doubt belonging to the miners who lived within. The platforms snaked back and forth, slowly gaining height to stop their ascension near a gaping tunnel in the side of the mountain. A cave visible to all, almost like an icon looking out across its followers, watched over them. A large man-driven conveyor belt descended from the source of the miners" livelihood. The conveyor belt still weighted with coal and minerals, from when their work abruptly stopped to accommodate the debate which seemed to be occurring at its base.
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