I Took a Pill in Ibiza

Slowly the lightning king made his way North, gravitating from his home in Ruina to his home in Dauntless. Determined not to be drawn in by the sickening nostalgia that seemed ever present in his life he had chosen to duck into the mines. In some places the tunnels were large enough for him to pass through easily, while in others the ceiling bore down on him as if it would cave in at any moment. It was unlike any cave he had wandered into in Boreas, and, he noticed, there was a distinctly purposeful quality to it. Of course that was impossible, no living creature could dig through stone, or so he told himself.

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