Sunday 4 March 2018

With Their Dying Breath

Most the traps leading into the chamber had been set off decades, if not centuries prior, or were so rusted, worn, or broken, that they were easily avoidable.

I entered the chamber slowly, looking around in confusion as to where the light was coming from, until I saw the gem, sitting on a plinth, a nearly fully decomposed corpse lying next to it, one hand on the stone. I assumed that anything someone with their dying breath would try to claim must be valuable, so I took it.

How was I to guess their last action was putting it there?

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