“The dying miners didn’t matter to the company. They’d outlived their use. The coal or ore or whatever had nearly run out, and the company was preparing to leave. But they must have dug too much or too deep. A sinkhole opened. It swallowed a huge chunk of the mountainside—including the village in which Yama and a few of the other Air Nomads had been helping.” Gyatso paused. “There were no survivors.”
