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g everything from antiques and weapons to rare herbs and forbidden magical items. The ai

, outside the law. A

ient runemaster and appraiser to find one unde

g. Stall owners gave me predatory looks, seeing a y

f analysis, calculating the age, material

I sto

he owner, a scrawny man, barely glanced up from his phone.

box in the corner. I opened it. Insid

ing against metal. Then I felt it. A co

ve a single

was

n Goddess. It was a commemorative coin from the long-lost "Fe

ng my excitement. I looked up at

at junk, little girl? Fifty bucks f

want the pile. Just this one. But I only have five

s "junk" valuation, creating the illusion o

at the neighboring stall owner. They shared a smirk, a

f course! You have a great eye, little girl!" He snatched the

A passing werewolf shook his head at me, mutterin

into my pocket an

oment, yo

but carried an und

ing on a silver-headed cane, was approaching. He was flanked by a

ling.The retired Alpha of the Sterling

cket where I'd put the coin. His breathing was shallow

ze calmly an

d his face went slack with shock. "My Go

y. Every head turned, every eye fixe

ner's face turne

mbled when he spoke to me. "Young lady... this coin... I will