Magnus Protocol, 004:
"The stranger reached over and retrieved from behind the log on which he sat an unusually shaped sack. Within it, I could spy an assortment of trinkets, ranging from battered knives and chipped porcelain to fine jewelry, small ivory figures and even a set of gambler’s dice."
Magnus Protocol, 009:
"And as my luck kept getting better and better, I started to feel less and less… connected to the world. Like I was a lucky ghost or something, walking with normal people but not really one of them anymore. I was just this figure stepping into their lives long enough to gift them fortune or, more often, misery before moving on."
much to ponder...
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