[There are silver coins piled up on a table, over two-dozen in all. They are extremely old-looking coins, most of them are not even perfectly round. And there is something even more peculiar about them.]
[The coins have been scorched. The blackened tarnishes on each coin form a different shape. They're sigils. Angelic sigils, to those who could
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So what are they really?
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Hey, come on. Don't look so depressed about it. It's just a fucking city joke, it doesn't mean anything.
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[He's told bigger lies.]
And I don't make a habit of dwelling in the past.
[Like that one.]
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Sorry, I just thought you...whatever.
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