A Clink in the Chest

The warm light from the twin lanterns suddenly felt real against my skin. My clasped hands loosened as sensation rushed to my fingertips, answering to my own will for the very first time. Peering into the open wooden chest brimming with coins, pearls, and crowns right in front of me, I extended a finger and tapped the smooth metal rim of a golden tiara. The sharp, satisfying clink confirmed it—I can actually move, touch, and claim what's before me. A wide grin spread across my face as I stood over my glittering prize.

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