The Waning Fortunes of a Storied Coffer

A mighty chest that once was filled with gold, Its gleaming contents tales of power told. Now chambers echo, whispers of the past, As fortunes dwindle down to naught at last. Feasts of opulence, once fed by its might, Now face the silent halls of fiscal night. The coffer's guardian counts the final coin, A realm's ledger ends—a new to adjoin.

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