Aqueous mercury baths emptied to run down the hillside into the swampy areas of the community.
A barefoot child carrying harvest walks through the path of waste drainage.
The ore that everyone is stumbling over to get their hands on the profits.
Panning in pools of aqueous mercury.
A shanty town of services supporting the miners has erupted overnight. The small rural population of farmers now supports 20,000+ extra people. As of now, the locals clasp their hands in glee as they speak of their good fortune and grab any piece of residual wealth they can get from the flow of capital. Who is to blame them, poor as they have been?
Carrying the burden of wealth.
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