Close by the dry
fountain stood a pedestal holding the golden form of a cobra poised to strike.
I was lost in concentration as I sketched and was hardly aware of the arrival
of others as they discussed their findings in the adjoining area. It would
appear one made the choice to pocket discovered coins. The sound of a body
hitting the floor brought a stunned silence and the urgent attentions of a
healer. Curses are a generous gift to greedy in such places.
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