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Gold digged into the ground with dirty hands. Blood tainted them, dropping into the glazing treasure. The time is running out, all his mischief and murder has come to an end. The undefeated Billy Hart has finally fallen.The terror will be gone once he takes his last breath. All the lives he has taken, all the destruction he has left where he passed will just be a faint memory, a tale told by grandmothers to their grandchildren. The generations will remember Billy Hart and his hidden treasure. History will remember his name, they will try to find the gold he hid before dying, all the precious metals he had taken, all the bullets he had shot, every single coin Billy Hart stole.
The Goldhart waits, resting under the secrets, between the trees and golden sun. People whisper its name, desperates searching without any luck, driving into madness to everyone who dares to search. Time passes and the gold still shines, untouched and unbothered, hidden from the world as it lays awake waiting for them.
