Entropy
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On top of the surprisingly well-made bed, a black felt cloth yawned and from its bowels bubbled forth uncountable wealth.
“Are those?”
“Diamonds.” FBI finished. “Holy shit. Look at how many.”
“Duncan didn’t say anything about there being a stash here.”
“He couldn’t have known.” FBI took a cautious step into the carpeted room. “My God, there must be a hundred of them.”
A great clump of shimmering facets piled and fell into linked concentric circles radiating outward, almost revolving, long spiral arms against a backdrop dark as pitch.
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