The scream came first, then the sound of splintering wood. A crazed stallion crashed the funeral, rearing over the coffin as mourners begged someone to stop it. Hooves hammered the lid until it cracked, until the impossible was exposed. Cash. Gold. When the lid finally gave way and the black bag was dragged into the open, the funeral turned into an interrogation. Whispered prayers were replaced by sharp questions, accusations, and the shrill wail of the widow, who had known nothing about the hidden fortune or the danger stalking her family. The son stared at the bundles of money as...
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