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The MacMillan Estate in all its former glory. Now an ominous lot with nothing more than horrid memories of brutality in its purest form. The foundry and mine were the heart and centre of the estate. Those unlucky enough to be employed by Archie MacMillan slowly started to slip away from all kinds of normal life. Wives asking for their husbands to come home. Archie MacMillan began to obsess. His life was built around and on top of the Mine and Foundry. One day the former workers, now slaves, were not allowed to leave the premises without permission. Fences and goons made sure of it. Objections were rewarded with a visit to the furnace. Questions and rumours arose in town. But no answers. One fewer worker, missed by maybe a poor widow was not enough for real actions.

Finally Archie MacMillan snapped and sealed his workers in the Mine. Suffocating them. Archie MacMillan's remains were later found. A silent skeleton with a taunting grin upon his meat less skull. No record was ever made of what became of Evan MacMillan and what is left of the Estate are now but mere ruins and myths.