He tried to slink to his desk without the boss spotting him,
but Old Man Winters was too clever for that.
“So what was it, unicorn attack?” his superior asked,
sarcasm dripping off every syllable.
He took one deep breath.
“No, there was an accident on Tu-“
“I don’t care! Half your pay has walked out the door, and if
you don’t do some magical work today, it’ll be all of it, got it?”
He bit back a snappy retort.
“Yes Master.”
“Get on with it.”
He turned and rolled up his sleeves, and began to convert
lead into gold.
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