The Luna's Perfect Corpse
At twenty-five, the engagement ring engraved with ancient vows, with which he swore he would marry no one but me, for better or for worse.
...
One by one, memory by memory.
Once treasured, now all a joke.
Without a shred of sentimentality, I took photos and uploaded them to the Rogue black market.
The price: one silver coin.
Regardless of their original billion-coin value, each item was listed for one silver coin.
These tokens, once symbols of the Black Moon Pack's highest honor, quickly caused a sensation on the black market and were sold out in an instant.
Just as I had sent the last of them off, the door was violently thrown open.
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