With a spike of my fear, I tried to turn and run away. But my gold didn’t. It streamed out of me, poured from Milly’s doorway, gushing down the street like a flash flood, swallowing up the village in its wake. It didn’t even take long for the gold to inundate the cluster of houses. For it to stream into every doorway and window, and drop from the rooftops. For the screams to rend the air. And then choked gurgles and running feet to abruptly halt. It should’ve taken longer to murder an entire village.
