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// No One Escapes Cidhna Mine... 
// Story: You Wouldn't Happen To Be The Jarl Would You? 
// by SCP Pinkamena 
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2 Years Ago: Cidhna Mine, Markarth: Skyrim; 3:45PM



They took everything.

The clothes from his back, the weapons from pack, the potions, poisons, everything. They gave him in return some worn clothes and a pick axe.

Jericho sat in self-pity, the pickaxe laying at his crossed legs. Had he known that the Imperial spy had died already, he would've ran out of town as fast as possible. When the guards of Markarth came and took him away into Cidhna Mine, the guard told him one thing.

"No one escapes Cidhna Mine... No one."




Cidnha Mine, Markarth: Skyrim; 6:14AM



"Hey, buddy?"

Jericho looked up from his dirt bed, seeing Borkul the Beast. 

"C'mon, we need to get working." He said before picking up a pickaxe and walking towards the nearest ore vein. As Jericho stood up to work, he heard it. The small little sound that made him suddenly get invigorated.

*Tkt, Tkt, Tkt* 

He smiled and did something he thought he'd never do in so many years. He began to sing...