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The farmer’s rusty blue pickup truck rolled through the muddy path as rain skirted its windows, occasionally fogging up the windshield. Mortimer was after Leraje, the same demon who had killed Alice and broken the Seal of Kings. All leads had pointed him towards Georgia’s abandoned mines. Alice had been like a daughter to him and he had always hoped she would be able to retire someday and have a normal family. But fate hadn’t been so kind to her. She was just 28, in the prime of her life. She didn’t deserve to die so soon. And the worst part was that she was killed by a greater demon, which meant her soul now belonged in hell. Mortimer was headed for the Leighton gold mines. The place had been abandoned long ago after it collapsed during a flash flood. As he kept going in the direction