[POV Eve]
"On your knees. Hand over the mine's seal."
It wasn't even dawn, but the Central Tax Collector, Morrie, was already lounging in the lord's chair of our fortress hall. He carelessly flipped through my ledger, his face dusted with the tacky gold powder favored by capital elites. Every time he smiled, his tongue flicked over his teeth—a disgusting habit that earned him the nickname 'Lick-Tooth' among the miners.
Last night, the Moon Stone's secondary summon hadn't dragged me back, but it had ripped open my old wound. Sion had kept watch over me for half the night while Rick hauled Vera off to a rusted iron cage.
But Morrie had arrived before the Royal pursuit troops.
"Three years in the Dead Mines, and you’ve produced this much moon-silver," Morrie clicked his tongue, tossing t
