Garrac’s face turned red and his cheeks puffed. The chest
yielded, first with a creak, then a groan, and finally a snap. He stumbled
back, losing the pry bar when the pressure released. He didn’t hear the clang
as the bar hit the stone floor, his eyes were locked on the rainbow glow
emitting from the open chest. Visions of the contents danced across Garrac’s
mind. He rushed back and swept away the fragments of wood that had broken off
the lid. He thrust both arms elbow-deep into the contents of the chest. He
couldn’t believe he’d finally found it.
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