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The Avatar of Greed worked his ass off for a solid gold jewelry box. On his way from the modeling gig, he passed a young witch no older than two thousand, with a brat on each hand and one swaddled to her bosom. The street vendor offered a “deal”: buy-one-get-one candy for five hundred grimm. It was the worst ripoff Mammon heard since his last scheme.
Shoving the vendor aside, he snatched a handful of lollipops and pushed them at the oldest brat along with a wad of paper bills. “Run, kid, and get your ma somethin’ shiny on me.”