fingers met with something cold and hard. Pulling it out, he held up a two-faced coin to the light of the setting sun.
'Where do you suppose this came from?' he muttered to himself.
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fingers met with something cold and hard. Pulling it out, he held up a two-faced coin to the light of the setting sun.
'Where do you suppose this came from?' he muttered to himself.
