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The calloused fingers brushed up against the gold they had worked so hard for.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Words: 84 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-26-07 - id: 2431284
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Coins
A
swish of a black cloak
In an alleyway one brisk night
Two
daggers in a wall
One guard down without a fight
Up down left right
Quietly quietly now
Past the
drunk mage
With a bottle of rum in one hand
Past the guards
and their swords
Two knifes in their back
One door awaits him
now
He easily cracks
His hand caresses the coins
"Who
goes there?" shouts the King
"I am Bramlea" she
whispers
And departs.
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