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You could tell who the curators were. Their single golden, jeweled eye could seemingly peer through anything to uncover its worth. Some would say they were blind to honest value — to emotion — while others would argue that they were the few who only saw things for what they were truly worth.

The curators knew, though, that they were simply blinded by greed. Lured to temptation by the guilds of Antronec and the promise of wealth, they'd rip out their own eye only to be made poorer humans, plagued by gold and gemstone. They'd lost what had made them special. Valuable as people. Now they were only worth the gold they carried, and they were painfully aware that they could be replaced by anyone as gullible as they once were.

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