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Chapter 36 - Forbidden Depths

Deep within the bowels of the mine, James ventured further, his every step shrouded in secrecy. His purpose was clear—to escape the prying eyes of the miners, to reach a location where he could remain unseen.

"Heyya, James! Ain't you a touch early today?" one of the miners called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous space.

"Yeah, I've got to leave early today,"James replied, his voice carrying a tinge of evasion,as as he continued his descent into the mine's depths.

The mine, a labyrinthine maze of tunnels and chambers, extended deeper into the mountain, concealing precious spirit stones that glimmered with a otherworldly allure. The miners were forbidden from venturing past a certain point, the reason for which eluded James. He reasoned that perhaps the area beyond held danger, or that the available reserves were more than sufficient, rendering further excavation unnecessary.

But today, James would defy those boundaries, albeit cautiously, only scratching the surface of this forbidden area. He needed to procure a single fist-sized spirit stone—a clandestine acquisition that demanded invisibility. Although no guards were stationed to monitor their activities...

'Wait, why aren't there any guards present when we're mining something so valuable?' James pondered.

The reason why no one checked whether the workers were actually doing their job was simple: they were paid based on the weight of the valuable spirit stones they handed in, not on the amount of time they spent working. Therefore, there was no need for supervision.

However, James couldn't understand why there were no guards to monitor the workers' activities in the mine. He pondered this for a moment but quickly dismissed the thought. It was pointless to dwell on things he couldn't comprehend. He refocused his attention on his current task — reaching the restricted area without arousing suspicion.

Eventually, he arrived at the designated location, casting his gaze upon the surroundings. A conspicuous absence gripped the air—a void where diligent miners should have toiled. Satisfied with this observation, James proceeded with his mining routine, laboring away for a time as he had done countless times before. His nimble fingers gathered a modest collection of spirit stones, deftly selecting one resembling a newborn's clenched fist, which he surreptitiously concealed within a hidden pocket concealed beneath his garments.

Just as he prepared to retreat to his customary mining position, a peculiar sight ensnared his attention. Curious inscriptions adorned the ground, intricate marks etched upon stones in the distance. Caution mingled with intrigue as he inched closer, squinting through narrowed eyes to decipher the enigmatic symbols.

"James? What are you doing here?" a voice boomed, accompanied by a firm grip on James's shoulder.

James's heart nearly leapt out of his chest, his composure teetering on the edge of collapse. He turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the overseeing officer, struggling to maintain his facade of innocence.

"Mining, sir," James replied, his voice a fragile thread of uncertainty.

"Mining? In this restricted area? Don't you recall being explicitly instructed to stay away?" the officer's tone held a mix of concern and exasperation.

James feigned confusion, darting his gaze around as if he had stumbled into forbidden territory unknowingly. His acting skills were put to the test, masking the panic that surged within him.

The officer shook his head, sighing as disappointment etched lines upon his face. "James, now you've started to forget things as well. How many times do I have to remind you to stop pushing yourself so hard..."

Before the officer could finish his sentence, another figure materialized at his side—a man whose presence commanded authority, despite his aged appearance. The very air seemed to shift in deference to his power.

The man's eyes bore into James, demanding compliance. "Reveal the spirit stone you took," he ordered, his voice carrying a weight that penetrated James's trembling soul.

James's heart threatened to burst through his chest, his trembling intensifying, beads of sweat mingling with his anxious perspiration. Still, he managed to summon a semblance of composure, his voice barely masking his fear as he stammered, "W-what spirit stone, sir? All the stones are here," he motioned towards the bucket brimming with mined treasures.

Without warning, the man materialized before James, a swift and decisive motion tearing open the fabric that concealed the stolen stone. He scrutinized James with a gaze that seemed to strip away every secret, every hidden intention.

Then, in a sudden blur of motion, the man grasped James by the throat, lifting him effortlessly, his free hand poised to strike. But before the blow could descend, the overseeing officer intervened.

"Sir," the officer pleaded with a sense of urgency,"Please, just hold on a moment, don't take his life."

"What!?" The man's eyes narrowed, a glint of menace in his gaze. "Don't you understand that the punishment for thievery is death? Or are you willing to break the law in order to protect him?"

"Of course not, sir," the officer replied, his tone laced with anxiety. "But let's consider this: maybe he didn't steal the stone. It's possible that he simply stumbled upon it, found it intriguing, and kept it in his pocket with the intention of giving it to me later."

The man's lips curled into a cynical sneer. "Do you take me for a fool? I saw it all, plain as day, how he cunningly concealed the stone."

"Nevertheless, sir," the officer persisted, desperation creeping into his voice, "he never actually took it out of the mine. And let me assure you, James is one of the most honest workers we have. He's been toiling here for over fifteen years. No one would believe he could commit such an act. Moreover, think about the repercussions among the other workers if they see one of their own falsely accused."

The man's gaze bore into the officer, his countenance enigmatic and unreadable. Suspense hung in the air, each passing second pregnant with the weight of James's destiny.

"Hmph," the man grunted, his voice an echo of deep contemplation. "Fine, spare him I shall, but this crime must not go unpunished."

With a swift and forceful motion, he hurled James against the wall, his vanishing figure leaving a haunting imprint upon James's consciousness.

The overseeing officer approached, his steps heavy with the weight of responsibility. He extended a weary hand to help James sit upright. A deep sigh escaped his lips, carrying the burden of resignation and sorrow.

"James, oh James," he uttered, his voice laden with a somber tone. "You succumbed to the allure of this temptation, didn't you? All for the sake of your son." He shook his head slowly, his disappointment hanging in the air like a heavy fog. "But the reasons behind your actions matter little now. The fact remains that you attempted to steal the spirit stone, and for that, you must face the consequences."

The officer's gaze, tinged with a touch of sympathy, met James's eyes. "As you know, the punishment for such a crime is death. However, considering your years of service and loyalty, I shall grant you a reprieve. But make no mistake, James. Your life will be forever altered. You are forbidden from ever setting foot in this mine again, for you are banished from its depths. Furthermore, I shall withhold your wages for this month's labor as a reminder of the severity of your transgression."

With that final decree, the overseeing officer commanded a group of individuals to escort James out of the mine.

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As James trudged through the desolate city streets, his visage etched with a haunting blend of bewilderment, disbelief, and a burdened conscience, he found himself submerged in an abyss of hopelessness. The weight of his guilt and shame bore down upon him, suffocating any flicker of understanding that might have illuminated his desolate path.

His faltering steps led him beyond the city's limits, into the ominous embrace of a foreboding forest. How he had arrived there, he couldn't fathom, lost in the mire of his shattered existence.

Collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving ground, tears cascaded down his face, mingling with the tendrils of despair that clung to his soul. With each teardrop, a semblance of comprehension began to creep upon him, casting shadows of bitter reality.

He had dared to embark upon a path of thievery, only to be ensnared by the cruel hands of fate. The weight of his transgressions gnawed at his core, but it was the haunting failure to secure the coveted 5000 gold coins, the lifeblood of his son's salvation, that tore at his fragile spirit.

A father's duty lay in ruins before him, shattered like a fragile vessel, incapable of safeguarding his beloved child. Now, even the prospect of earning the means to heal his son's ailing body had been wrenched from his desperate grasp.

Desolation enveloped him, like a suffocating shroud threatening to consume every ounce of his being. The whispering tendrils of suicidal thoughts snaked their way into his fractured mind, eager to claim him as their final prize.

"Oh dear, oh dear, this appears to be a rather familiar scene, doesn't it?" Just then, a voice slithered into James' ears—cold and unsettling, akin to the whispers of the Devil himself. "Are you all right, my friend?"