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Chapter 2: The Curse
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... hiselled skin sat on a worn down bench across from the entrance to the mines. He was holding an old and rusty pickaxe close to him — reminiscing the years he spent toiling away with this old bad boy.
Normally he would be in the mines mindlessly digging with this thing, but on this particular day, Alex decided he couldn't quite convince himself to go down there.
Not that he was too physically exhausted or anything — he still had another few hours in him.
Ever since he woke ...
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