“Clang! Clang!” went the double strike of the hammer against the die. Then the “plop” sound as a freshly minted denarius sank to the bottom of a bucket of cold water. The pile was high enough the Malleator thought and, after the Suppostor had laid down his tong’s he drained the bucket and began to pour the coins into a sack. One of the denarii jumped the sack and rolled across the floor.
His mother gave a sigh of relief.
After several minutes the door slowly opened again to a crack.
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