I remember the first one. I always will. Glimmering like a star and as ancient as a civilization long gone. This tiny little piece of metal, forged during times that would never be again, had known centuries of trade, joys and tears. Henceforth useless, purified of all material purpose, what remains of that coin? Just an echo of past lives. Tales.
This thinking inspired me with an awe that never left me. I dedicated my entire existence to the « coin fever », exploring the most haunted places to chase ghost currencies. I often wonder how many stories could fit in the palm of my hand.
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