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Mine In The Mines

Gary’s POV...

The mines were a furnace, coal dust coating my lungs like tar. Each swing of my pickaxe was a vow—I’m coming for you, Gati. My chains rattled, wrists raw, but pain was just fuel. Her face haunted me: her fierce eyes, her laugh that night we danced under Lagos’ lights, before tha...