If someone said working in the dye business was easy, then they’d be lying. Marlyn never expected a life of comfort, but working day in and day out of the Malachite Mines turned into a personal hell. The day started like any other day. He brought the pickaxe up over his head and slammed it into the green vein snaking through the rust brown rock. A chunk the size of his fist hit the ground at his feet. Marlyn bent over to pick it up, back cracking and muscles straining. A sof

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Havalar covered his nose against the stench of rot and decay while he hurried past the mass grave to the temple. Tears prickled his eyes...

“Oh, go dance on your mother’s grave, Heskal.”  “At least I had a mother,” he said, snapping the reins and pulling ahead of Alric. “Get...