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"We're nearly there, girls," Myles Castiel smiled, peeking out the curtains of the carriage as dirt paved roads collided with gravel and made the tiny compartment shake. The two women who occupied the cabin with their father looked out their respective windows at the sight. For several days, they had traveled from their home to Aldridge, stopping at inns along the route to rest for the night before waking before morning light and traveling again. Aldridge, compared to their home - which was a merchant’s paradise along the coastal shores - was quite rich in farming and mining, the soil prosperous in nutrients for orchards, fields, and minerals. The colors of gold, bronze, and emerald made up the farmlands - making those who passed through the area wonder if the same colors were abundant in the mines. Rumors circulated that there wasn’t any mines - that the real treasures and wealth rested in the fields of barley, wheat, and corn; however, others had claimed to see the mines filled with