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Greed’s Reflection

It never taught you greed— you were fluent long before that. It simply shone, like sunlight revealing dust in an empty room. The hands that took it, clutched it, hoarded it, already understood the language of desire. And in its brief hold, you confused its shine for your own. When it departed, what was left wasn’t broken— just bare, just you.

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