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Literature

Coins

It was raining in the usually dry Ratchet. The people on the streets were pushy as they searched for cover from the elements, and the Forsaken’s small child like posture wasn’t helping when she tried to make her way forward through the crowd of people. Other people bumping into her almost knocked the coins she currently counted out of her hand. In a normal case she would have made them pay, perhaps by freezing the puddles in the street so they would slip and fall. But she had other issues to attend to, like that the amount of money in her hand wouldn’t be enough for a proper inn. Letting the coins glide through her fingers