Their Prize
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The object was heavy, and etched on it were some nondescript numbers that read 999,9. Then it hit him. Jesse held a 500g bar of pure gold in his hand!
How long had it been down there in the forgotten bunker, lying in the corridor and waiting for him to find it? They had to look for more. With their eyes on the prize, going back down in the morning suddenly didn’t seem so daunting.
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