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a last job
I was retired, but when the Queen of Faery comes with a request, you listen.
"I have a little job I need you to do. It requires cold iron--and lead. I'll pay you well."
Now I didn't want to get wrapped up in that line of work again, but she's a hard creature to say no to, so I agreed. My only stipulation: payment in cash, up front.
"But of course," she smiled.
And left me two gold coins, a king's ransom in today's world.

"I have a little job I need you to do. It requires cold iron--and lead. I'll pay you well."
Now I didn't want to get wrapped up in that line of work again, but she's a hard creature to say no to, so I agreed. My only stipulation: payment in cash, up front.
"But of course," she smiled.
And left me two gold coins, a king's ransom in today's world.

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(Though, of course, I want the microfiction to be a longer fiction, so I'm now fretting over, What's the job? 😀
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Looks worth the pay to me.
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Very pleased you liked it!
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makes happy squeaky noises
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BTW: Did you have to resist the temptation to say "cold iron and hot lead"? And if so, why resist?
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ETA: might revise it that way ... not here but in my own file
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(Well done!)
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Glad the story made you shiver a little ;-)
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