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Gregor rubbed his forehead and studied the cash box again. Gold coins (lying on top of cold steel; not fairy gold); a small sapphire; a first edition Tom Sawyer, autographed, in good condition. He wasn't sure what the scroll said, or what language it said it in, but he was fairly sure he didn't want to leave it in the office all night.
"Remind me again why we thought this clinic would be a good idea? What are we going to do with this?"
"Find a jeweler, or a fence?" Oz shrugged and pointed out, "Saves arguments with insurance companies."