A/N: Written for the Hook a Prompt Challenge R27-C1 – sickles, and the Character Diversity Boot Camp, #007 – snitch.

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194. Slimy Gold

His hands were already slimed with the soil
of gold, but he sought after it nonetheless:
spoils that were not his
to take, sickles and knuts a better man
would have been shamed to take

But he needed that gold,
that wealth to which he had
no right.

He needed that more
than his own honour

Or his reputation
once that word got out.