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Over 40 years
Bob continued as they walked deeper. “We blasted this mountain with dynamite, back when I was part of a crew. Found small stuff at first, but then I hit the real vein. Kept it secret. While the others moved on, I stayed.” His lantern bounced light across the carved walls. “I made this place mine. Dug with my hands, my tools, my time.” The tunnel felt endless.
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