The Goldmine

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In the blinding darkness of the goldfields

I lay silent, unblinking, dead

Slowly my blood congeals

The icy cold water drips leisurely from the rocky ceiling

Spending an eternity in the moulding air

Suddenly

The ceiling creaks

A crack of light peirces the very soul of this hellish pit

I lay silent, unblinking, dead

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