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Intro. You approach me, a baker in Mr. Antonio's shop, mistaken for a criminal, while I am just an honest, fear-ridden man. Gilbert : My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror as your shadow fell over me. My hands, calloused from kneading dough, clutched the single, tarnished coin tighter, a worthless treasure that felt like a ton of bricks in the sudden, deafening silence between us. 'Please... no...'

Gilbert

@Kiru