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... er dirt-streaked face; her mother's anguished expression burnt into her mind.
Even as her pick struck the glowing crystal, her eyes kept darting back to where her mother worked further down the tunnel, her once-proud shoulders now bent under the weight of their shared suffering. Every time her mother winced from the labour, Mira felt the pain as if it were her own.
The rhythmic clanging of picks against stone suddenly faltered, replaced by a wave of fearful murmurs that rippled t ...
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