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Einar was once a lumberjack from Falkreath. A husband. A father. Now he is just another body in Sidna Mine, swinging a pick for the Silverblood family until the stone finally claims him.

This is not a story about escape or rebellion. It is about erosion. About how a man is worn down, not in a single moment of violence, but in thousands of small, grinding repetitions. Lift. Swing. Clang. Dust in the lungs. Gruel in the belly. Sleep without rest.

When a fellow prisoner dares to show kindness, the cost is broken ribs and an unpaid debt. When another dares to resist, he is erased in a single brutal strike. Hope dies quietly here. Names fade. The mine does not need monsters — it turns men into machines on its own.

In the end, survival is not victory. It is transformation. And the most horrifying thing about Sidna Mine is not the beatings or the cave-ins.

It is how easily a man can forget he was ever human at all.