Thursday 17 October 2024

Not A Bar Of It

I kept walking, the bar of gold in my satchel. What I did to get it was... Not something I wanted to discuss. But I was walking to find a place where I could use the bar to buy a new life.


But it had been years since I started to walk, and still hadn't found anything. But I was hopeful that I-


"Hey mister, know where the mountain is?"


I sighed, knowing that that stupid a question meant this was a robbery, so I grabbed the bar and started swinging.


Which was a part of how I got it.

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