The Devil in Silver

by Victor LaValle

“I’m from Uganda,” he said. The glaze on Pepper’s eyeballs could’ve been used to coat a turkey. “Uganda,” Pepper said. “Of course. I see.”

The only punishment awaiting him was a lunch tray.

“I’m saying they were dying,” Louis said. “They definitely weren’t making that up. But it wasn’t a monster that was killing them. It was the mine.”