Once Your Mine Pdf Novels & Stories

“This land now belongs to me. I could simply kick you out of your homes and bring better miners or dwarves to harvest the Mythril ores in the mountain. I don’t think you can question my authenticity. If we have a deal, then I want you to append your fingerprints on the document Count Brenn is holding. When Natalia said his name, the men visibly flinched. The man smiled and held the document forward, patiently waiting for them to put their fingerprints. Using a small knife, they cut their thumbs and put their bloody fingertips on the document. When the last fingerprint went on it, a black circle appeared on the paper. Now, it was official. “By tomorrow, the mines would be fixed. Bring all the

​“REMEMBER.” ​The word was written in a bold, singular stroke. Beneath it was a map—not of the stars, but of the mountain we were standing in. It detailed the veins of silver-infused ore, the hidden aquifers, and the structural weak points of the granite. It was a blueprint for a fortress.

I will pass. Barely a few minutes later, a message pops up on my phone screen. One line. Few words. “ Abort. They know.”

I didn’t touch it yet. “We intercepted news this morning,” he said. “An undocumented mine was discovered two days ago. The samples recovered are pure. Gold. With only 0.2% impurities. This rare white gold has the closest similarities with the lost stone used in the creation of the Abalone Ryn gem.” Now that caught my interest. I leaned back slightly, steepling my fingers. “Location?” He hesitated, exchanging a glance with Man 1. “Spit it out,” I said. My voice, cold like the Antarctic wind, caused the room temperature to drop.

I rub my belly softly in tired and I remember the phone in the pocket of my hoodie. I take the phone out and hand it over to an energized Jersey, she looks at me in confusion. “Find a folder on her phone, it's saved as Miracle, find a way to publicize the audio, I need it everywhere as soon as possible.” I tell Jersey numbly. I was going to make the very last them all. Jersey takes the phone out of my hand still watching me “what’s the audio about?” Jersey asks me, curiousity eating away at her.

Everyone else frowned too, and Ramona opened her jacket, took a piece of paper out of a pocket inside, unfolded it, and showed us a large map with a series of marks on it that we didn't understand. I realized what was going on when I saw the mining symbols. It wasn't hard to deduce that they were large mineral mines, so I knew right away what it was about. I didn't need to be a scholar to understand that it was related to the power wells. And that was very important information, too important to ignore.

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Once Zane regained his footing, he looked about. He did not know why James was hiding his identity from the Callahans, but he could tell that James had no standing in the family. He considered for a few seconds before approaching again. “James is my savior. Do you know who I am? I’m Zane Dawn. Maybe you don’t know me and have never heard of me, but let me introduce myself. I control all the mines in the north. My operations include hundreds of coal, gold, and diamond mines. Whatever is underground is mine.”

he said, “For your loss...” “It’s okay. The miners found the bastards, and they took more than just their eyes in revenge.” Johan grinned. “But if it’s any help...” he took the phone back and pointed at some texts. “This here means ‘rock’ and here it says ‘metal’ and ‘hard’ and ‘danger’. I see them a lot in the mines, so I kinda know what they mean.” “Thank you!” Xander said after memorizing the symbols and their meaning. “That would be a great help indeed.”

The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. My jaw clenched again. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.” The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine. Training was already in session when I walked in. Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued. I joined in, trying to focus. But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.