His Thief, His Curse
A few pieces of jewelry, some old coins—nothing too remarkable, but it would fetch a decent price.
My boots made no sound on the stone floor as I moved deeper into the ruin. I hummed a low tune, barely loud enough to hear, just to pass the time.
I opened another box, the hinges creaking as I lifted the lid. Nothing in this one. I set it aside and moved on. Another box, another empty disappointment. But then, something caught my eye.
The soft creak of the box opening sounded louder in the silence as I lifted the lid, revealing an object that caught my eye—a stone. It sat inside its casing, glowing faintly with a purple light.
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