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A muted plip sounds as Martyn’s coin breaks the algae on the surface of the water, and sinks down. He turns his head to Krow, and with the smallest grin tugging at his mouth, speaks. “In all seriousness, what’s to buy with a few quarters and a dime?”
“A payphone call to hell,” Krow replies, and tosses in his quarter.
// aka, martyn unknowingly returns krow to the one place he never wanted to walk into again, and decides to toss a wish or two into its decrepit fountain.