Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

DAWN. I loved this time of day. When no one else was around. The world was new. Mistakes hadn’t happened yet. And my mind was quiet.

“We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.”