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Chapter 172: Opening the Doors of Greed
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... p coins circulating and skim steady profit.
It also jogged memory. Ghosts were not all spawned equal. The newer ones needed habits carved into them, routines drilled until they became instinct.
A few had been trained alongside the older attendants, learning how to count, how to record, how to move through crowds without creating panic.
For the Terrace, it was three birds with one stone.
Inside, the first sight stole breath.
Goldman had never seen treasure ...
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