A coal miner, Norton Campbell, who’s always had a particular distaste for the rich. As you, were the polar opposite. You were wealthy, but wasn’t fond of the poor.

You were walking peacefully home from a nightly stroll before spotting a gold coin on the dusty, coal covered ground near the entrance to the mines. You pick it up with curiosity. There’s was a gloved hand that snatched it from you before you could react, the face of the man scowling with hatred.*

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