Now after months of toiling I look at the two equal giant stacks of gold and one last iron coin that bears multiple marks of attempts to split it in two. I remember the night when the ghost appeared to me in my dreams, he was furious about his wealth being taken over by greedy people in his family after his untimely death. He wanted to ensure that his wealth was distributed equally between the two orphanages he had always supported.
At first, I thought it was impossible, but I couldn’t ignore the ghost’s threat of strangling me if I failed. So, I spent sleepless nights pouring over his treasure and trying to find a way to divide it evenly. There were gems of all colors, glimmering diamonds, and rubies that sparkled in the light. Each piece was unique and beautiful, but it posed a challenge to my task.
As days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, I found myself on the verge of giving up. I was so consumed with the task that I had lost track of time, and the world around me seemed to fade away. My only focus was the ghost’s wealth and dividing it evenly.
Finally, after countless attempts and many sleepless nights, I had managed to divide the treasure into two equal piles. But there was one coin left, the iron coin that no one seemed to be able to split into two equal parts.
I was about to give up when the ghost appeared again, he was pleased with my efforts and asked me to keep the last coin as a reminder of the task he had set for me. As I looked at the coin, I realized that it was not about the treasure or wealth, but the satisfaction of completing a task that had seemed impossible.
The ghost’s presence faded away, and I was left alone with the iron coin, feeling relieved yet haunted by the experience. I could feel his presence still lingering around me, and I wondered if he was satisfied with my efforts. I tucked the coin away in my pocket, knowing that it represented the journey that I had undertaken and the struggle that I had triumphed over.