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FICTION

A SMITEMAS
CAROL: CHAPTER I -
THE CODGER
By Devon Boyette

Mercury was dead, there was no doubt was making gold. That is, to say, they were known
about it. Old Apollo had signed off on it, for two things, and two things only, and those were,

watched the process himself from a respectable making gold, and keeping it furiously. And now it was

distance. The cheap coffin had been stashed away only Apollo. It was said that not a god alive could pry

and buried like so much of the old miser’s wealth- a gold coin from Apollo’s tight grip, no amount of sun

-at least, what Apollo didn’t now possess himself. could warm his cold visage or stoke the fires of his

That was the important part, to him--the old heart. Why, old Apollo had even nicked the coins from

man’s split. And he’d taken what he could. But I’ll Mercury’s eyes as the latter met his eternal sleep.

remind you once more that for us, the important He was never smiled at, never waved at, never

part was that Mercury had died, one hundred shown kindness or charity or friendship, for these

percent, and of that, there was no doubt. things were alien to Apollo, mere concepts for paper.

Mercury and Apollo, Apollo and Mercury. They None were born happy to see the old lined face, and

were known for one thing, and one thing only, and that fewer still were those sad to see the back of him as

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