Escape Cidhna Mine Novels & Stories

It descended slowly from the sky. A young man in a casual suit stepped out of the cabin, briskly walking toward the crowd, raising his hand in a gesture of greeting. He then politely introduced himself, "I'm Heath Elden, acting on behalf of Mister Kane... No, on behalf of Mister Kane, I've come to negotiate with the Ninth Mining Zone!" "All mineral resources in the Ninth Mining Zone, specifically graphite mines, will be pre-purchased. The actual mining and handover procedures will be completed jointly by Mister Darius and me."

“I’ll deliver this food, and you’ll hide beneath the cart. When the time is right, jump out and find the keys to the silver cell in the basement. That’s where they’re keeping Paul.” I nodded, though my stomach twisted with unease. This plan was crazy, but it was for a good cause. Paul didn’t deserve to die, and if I could help save him, I had to try. “You ready, Mija?” Sofia asked. I nodded again. “Here goes nothing.” Crouching low, I slipped beneath the cart as Sofia draped a long white cloth over it. She sprayed perfume around the cart, masking my scent, and began pushing it toward the pack house.

LUNA PUER PACK TERRITORY, CAPE BRETON ISLAND, NOVA SCOTIA PENINSULA “Aidan, let us the fuck out of this goddamn prison!” Eldric James demanded, his deep voice thundering throughout the territory. They couldn’t touch the silver steel. “Minzy shouldn’t be trapped in this goddamn cell!”

She was a hero and the pathetic manner in which she died was beneath her. Rubbing his cheek, Haldir glanced down to the mine entrance as a plan started to take shape in his head. Part of the old mine collapsed just a few days earlier leaving only one route of escape from the cold blackness of the Earth. If he could coax the hunters inside, Haldir could funnel them all into one area and take them out quickly without much of a fuss.

“What?” “Pack your things and leave.” “You haven't done anything that can be traced back to you, find an island or somewhere far away and move there. You can have your own life.” “What about you, Maya?” He asks. God can't he just forget about her.? “It's too late.” “Cassian.” “Listen to me Holden, I'm not willing to see you spend your life in jail, so go in there pack your things and go to a place you want, I set up offshore accounts long ago and I will give you the passcodes just go,” I mumble desperately.

She said, before she rose from her chair and started walking around. I went over to her desk to check her computer in order to confirm the evidence, but she continued to say to me, while still walking back and forth with her hands behind her back, “There is a very old tunnel which leads directly outside Cindaly City’s border. That place has been forgotten by everyone, as it was last used in the 1700s, during the war between our Cindaly City and the neighboring City, Pin City”.

Canyon Ridge was once a mining town until its mine was shut down decades ago. The tunnels were marked by numbers and I was guessing it was in order that they were mined out. The last tunnel on the map was tunnel eighty-nine and it was the deepest of the tunnels that were dug. It made me wonder if the miners had stumbled upon something because it was also close to the Witch’s lair that Damon had sent me too. Pointing to tunnel number eighty-nine, I say, “I think we go here first.”

Bohdan replied. “Why in the hell would an abandoned mine connect to the prison? And where is the fucking prison? There’s a mountain behind us.” “It’s not a mountain, more like a large hill. Probably was a gold mine at one time,” Bohdan replied. “I don’t remember anything like this in Kansas,” Cara said. “I grew up on a farm, but not like this.” Bohdan scanned the landscape and saw a town off in the distance. “Look, I can see a town over there,” Bohdan said.

Nadia’s partial code had pinged them: micro-thaws from climate shifts releasing dormant nanos into groundwater. We landed on a private strip met by Katarina’s contact: a Yakut elder named Lena, fur-clad, eyes sharp as permafrost shards. “The mines are cursed,” she said leading us by snowcat to the site. “Volkov dug too deep. Disturbed the spirits.” The mission intensified: descent into Shaft 47 abandoned, iced-over. Ropes and harnesses down sheer drops, headlamps cutting blue gloom. Tension built with every creak of ice fissures widening, nanos potentially stirring in the meltwater dripping from ceilings.

As the fire burned and ravaged the building, I leaned into my seat and called the person coordinating my plans. "Have a ship wait for me at the port and draw up all the paperwork for a new identity for me. I want the name 'Maeve Emerson' to completely disappear from this world."