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All men seek it in some fashion, some accountable for their desires,
others not.
As he ran his fingers lightly over the coins he could feel the
pull. It felt like a gentle caress as a whispered promise of eternal
life rose up towards the cavern top. The gold dimmed as a haunted
shadow fell across them, an empty voice
drowning the alluring deception. He wasn't sure he was of strong
enough constitution to use it as a means to the ends they all
pursued.
Reprisal, love, freedom, second chances, all to be had for the
price of this one…gold…coin.
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