Reborn Rreign
The Jeweler
Clifton owned a jewelry shop.
Well, he called it a shop, but no one had managed to purchase anything from him in years.
So perhaps, Clifton owned a jewelry shop that was really just a place for him to hoard gems.
What’s the difference, anyways?
The shop was musty and dusty, and the display case behind which he stood held only a few dull specimens of his work, nothing impressive, almost purposefully drab to deter buyers.
He would stand behind the display, often with his jeweler’s loupe held up to his eye as he scrutinized one gemstone or another. He had a withering gaze that he would cast on any who entered, judging them to see if they were worthy.
If anyone could pass this scrutiny, and no one had in a very long time, they might be taken into the back room, where the dust magically disappeared and a locked door stood, with an eerie glow shining through the small gap at the bottom.
And if one could get a look behind that door, they would see a magnificent gemstone hoard. It was a glowing rainbow of the most exquisite stones that Clifton could lay his hands on. And it was his, all his.
Well, unless he found someone worthy to sell one too. But he never did.
Credits
Art by
frederickWood Textures from @jjbart7, unsplash; & LisaRedfern, pixabay
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SunriseStory by
Trithie
