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900 B
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25 lines
900 B
Plaintext
~ start
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Stranger: Oh. A visitor.
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Stranger: Haven't seen anyone come through here in weeks.
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John: Is that unusual?
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Stranger: Used to be a trade road. Not anymore.
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John: What happened?
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Stranger: The mine up north closed. Took the merchants with it.
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- What was in the mine?
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Stranger: Silver, mostly. Good vein too, ran for thirty years.
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Stranger: Then one season the workers stopped coming back.
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Stranger: Nobody sealed it officially. People just... stopped going.
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John: That doesn't sound like a silver problem.
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Stranger: No. It doesn't.
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=> after_mine
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- Sounds rough.
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Stranger: It is what it is.
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Stranger: Town's half empty now. The ones who stayed don't talk much.
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=> after_mine
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~ after_mine
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John: Is there anything I can do?
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Stranger: Unless you're a merchant or a fool with a torch, probably not.
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Stranger: But if you're heading north — watch yourself.
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=> END
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