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But now, standing in his own backyard in West Virginia, Elias knew the price was much higher. He looked at his grandson, Caden, who was splashing in the creek a few yards away. Elias wanted to join him, to show him how to catch crawdads, but his world had shrunk to the length of a clear plastic tube. He adjusted the oxygen tank in his daypack, the weight of it a constant reminder of the "clamp around his chest".

He remembered the shift in the mines ten years ago. The "good coal" was mostly gone, and they had started cutting into the hard sandstone to reach the thinner seams. The machines grew louder, more powerful, pulverizing the rock into silica dust—a "silent killer" twenty times more toxic than coal itself. No one told them the new dust was different. They were "well trained" on respirators, but in the heat and the hurry of the shift, the masks often felt like they were just in the way. black lung disease

The Air Down There: A Miner's Story on Developing Black Lung But now, standing in his own backyard in