The Minted Citadel

I commandeered a scattered hoard of loose coins resting within the ceramic valet tray on the entryway console. An imperial treasury cannot remain in disarray! Seizing a heavy silver quarter, I rolled it along its milled rim across the glazed basin, guiding it to the corner to anchor a foundation stone. Penny by copper penny, nickel upon quarter, I hauled the metallic discs into three disciplined, graduated columns. When the tallest tower matched the height of my golden epaulets, I steadied the structure with the blunt tip of my serpent staff, crowning the summit with a pristine dime. Not a single disc wavered. Absolute fiscal discipline achieved!