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Stomping on spiders
*Killian It is late afternoon by the time I, covered in sweat and grime, stride into the kitchen. I don’t know why I believe that if I work in the mines alongside the miners, fortune is more likely to smile on us and we’ll discover a tin-rich vein after two years of nothing. It made the men uncomfortable when I began digging beside them. I am a prince. It took them a while to accept my help, my determination. But I enjoy stretching my muscles, pushing myself to the limit of near physical exhaustion. It keeps my mind from traveling the path of despair. Today it keeps me from breaking my promise to my mate that the day belongs to her. I shouldn’t have kissed her before I walked out because her taste stays with me far too long, keeps my body tense and in need until I go down into the pits
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