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Then, silence.
He approached slowly, as if the jar might bite.
“They say value is a social construct,” he muttered. “But that... that has gravity.”
He hovered a hand near it. The fire dimmed.
“This is no economy I understand.”
He turned, slowly, and for the first time asked for a drink without flourish.
“Make it something unprovable.”
He left no coin. Only a note:
“The idea of value fears your walls.”
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