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"Greed and Gold" by orangeorge62
Righting himself in his chair some more, he spoke. His voice came out in an impressive, chilling rasp, scraping upon the air like a rusted knife. "Arr, so ye're lookin' fer a tale, are ye? A tale to whisk ye away from this miserable old hole? Well sit back, buckoes, and keep yer measly ears open if ye think ye're man enough to stand tha horrors I'm about to be a-tellin' ye."

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