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A goblin.
The spindly creature was dead, but the ropes kept it from falling over. Its skin was a blotchy reddish-yellow hue, but the paleness of death was beginning to take over. A bulky muscled man was standing nearby, holding a small chest with which he collected coins from the crowd. After people paid, he let them touch the goblin.
I didn’t understand their fascination with touching it, especially since it could still spread disease even though it was dead. I stepped closer to further inspect the goblin, and the big man shouted at me.
“It’s a copper piece to touch it!”
“I don’t plan on touching it,” I replied, clasping my hands behind my back.
“Looking is free, I suppose,” he muttered lowly.
The goblin’s eyelids were closed. It was short, maybe four feet in height. I could see
