Just mining coal. It's dark in here. Upsettingly dark. I remember what I'm here for. Iron. I need a lot of iron. It's a difficult task- going without your family for days on end. If you have no family, like me, it's merely getting to sit beside your fire every day, knowing someone has use for your diamonds.
That still doesn't change the subject that it's dark in here. I only have one torch left. I'm going to have to go back soon. But I'll go on some more, I've found a coal vein. I finish cutting it, and start to leave- there's a glint in my eye. Excitedly, I do a quick recheck- I've only forgotten some coal. I mine the coal away, but before I have a thought. Why am I here? Why do I bother? The pay is bad, and we never find what we want. What is behind that coal rock makes me smile, and makes my eyes much, much brighter then what I find. Gentlemen,
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