We had journeyed long. The prospect of untold riches kept us on the path. Arriving to the end of line, we found not the fool's gold of men, but the riches of the gold purified in the fire. The fire from the giver of the gold that commands a price beyond measure. We left new prospectors, not miners of earthly treasure, but diggers of celestial golden light.
All we could do was drop our shovels and freely recieve the gold poured forth.
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