The mine was little more than a hole in the ground, but
the sound of the picks striking the rock were the heartbeat of the settlement
and without that regular beat the people of Redwell would surely die. Loads of
ore were brought up via a squeaky pulley and deposited into carts waiting to
take them to the furnace. Once the iron had been smelted it was boxed up neatly
in crates labeled Redwell. These crates of iron then made their way to the far
ends of the empire, where their contents were forged into the tools of daily
life.
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