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Elias picked up the coin. It was smaller than he expected, but the weight was startling. It had a "heft" that defied its size—a dense, reassuring gravity. He thought about his grandfather, who had hidden coins in the floorboards during the Great Depression. He thought about the shifting sands of the economy outside these walls. "I’ll take five," Elias said.
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