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People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” came a voice from behind a broken bulldozer.Abigail, she wore a patched leather vest over a dust-streaked jumpsuit, her dreadlocks tied back in a red scarf. A homemade pickaxe rested on her shoulder, and a smirk danced on her lips.
“If you were any slower, Tunde, I’d have started mining your shadow.” Tunde grinned “And here I thought you missed me.” “I missed the part where you actually do your share of the digging.”Before Tunde could reply, a deep laugh echoed from up the quarry slope.
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