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* The piles of coin get lower and lower,
the gems gleam as they go in your bags
The jewerly of varying types catch your eye with their elegance & artwork...most delicate & sopisticated.
The dagger falls to the ground as you throw in casually the treasure trove with no concern,
strangely it makes a very faint noise.
The barricades slightly shift as you probe the cracks beneath the doorway Sexodus said he came in through.
You smell a stale dead air...lifeless...there is no movement or breeze of it. *
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