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Author: Guede Mazaka
Feedback: Sure
Disclaimer: Not mine:
Summary: For circe_tigana's 882 Pieces for the Heathen Gods Challenge, though this one was coined too late.
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"'s odd, ain't it? Moment I touched it, I knew this gold was…wrong, someways. It itches in th'palm, and not rightly. Not Godly."
Angry clatter.
"An' believe me, I know more 'bout God an' th'devil than th'Church. I know lots o' things. Like how t'lay rest th'restless dead. Granted, all those others never needed their parts boxed up sep'rate-stake o' good seasoned wood will do 'em fine-but in my line o' work, y'learn t'think on y'feet. Or y'do like my…teacher…an' y'die."
"That ye do, lass."
Gasp. Gurgle.
Click. Clinks. Clacking.
"Sorry, Cap-"
"Shut yer jaw. Daylight's comin', an' we'd best be goin' after th'next piece."
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