“How much?” asked the hooded stranger.
Jeb smiled. “For you friend, twenty sheckles”.
“They’re the real thing?”
“On my mother’s life” Jeb answered “got them from a friend’s friend who works on the hill, 100% percent kosher.”
“Ok, I’ll take them” he said handing over a small cloth coin pouch.
Jeb turned, popping his head through the adajcent doorway.
“Malech, bring me the you know what’s.”
Both men stood, waiting while Malech went into the back, grabbed a random pair of heavy iron nails and wrapped them in a bloodied scrap of cloth.
“There you go boss” he said handing them over…
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