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Inheritance

To my eldest son I leave my sword and armor, bearing the magic charm of invincibility, with which you can defeat all the enemies of the realm, and provide safety and security for all our people.

To my second son I leave my land, and all the wealth of fertility it contains, with which you can provide not just for yourself, but also for those who suffer from the triple scourges of famine, disease, and destitution.

To my third son I leave my silver and my gold, the earthly possessions that have outlived me, with which you may finance great and noble undertakings.

To my youngest son, though you shall receive no sword, no armor, no land, and no wealth, I leave to you my most prized possessions: my honor, my integrity, and my compassion, with which you will surely change the world.

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