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She rubbed her hands. Rubbed them again. She turned back to see the rainbow behind her. Finally she was on the other side. They'd all told her that she'd never reach. She'd proved them wrong. She smiled slowly to herself. All that had been required was the knife. Who would have thought it woul have been this simple?

"You'll never find your pot of gold. Your fate does'nt allow it."

She smiled again and looked down. Her palms were beautiful now. Clear and beautiful. Those awful lines were there no more.