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Chapter 4
Chapter 4Given the way the compound looked, the medical facility was far better equipped than Shae expected. Their company clearly took the miners’ health seriously. Shae assumed that a sick miner equalled loss of profit and so doubted it was a purely altruistic care for their well-being. He found a good supply of penicillin, but a plethora of paperwork was required to accompany any injection he gave. Smirking, he ambled across to check the sickbay’s typewriter. Paperwork can be the nurse’s job. The case was a deep red mahogany and Shae ran his finger over it. Dust free. Excellent. He opened it and nodded approvingly at the gleaming brass keys. Good to see someone has kept everything in here clean and polished. If there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s a dirty work environment. On the far
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