Echo's From The Mine
In the heart of a forgotten valley, surrounded by jagged mountains and thick woods, lay the abandoned Silver Ridge Mine. Its entrance yawned like the mouth of a beast, dark and foreboding, whispering secrets of the past to anyone brave enough to listen. The town nearby had long since lost its shimmer, its glory fading with the last echo of pickaxes against rock. Only a handful of souls remained, drawn by nostalgia or a stubborn refusal to leave their roots behind.
