The Auctioneer

Adam was an auctioneer. He sold stuff on the internet. Ebay, Amazon, he had accounts at all of them. He bought useless stuff from people. Books, broken down cars, furniture, everything. If it was in poor condition, he bought it. He held onto it for a few days, weeks months years, just keeping the merchandise by his side, and by the time he sold it, it was in mint condition.

To people who didn't know him, he was a quirky, eccentric buyer who always managed to bank in on worthless deals. To friends, he was an inspiring example of the best luck, dealt a good hand by the fates. To his innermost circle, he was know by two titles: The Auctioneer and The Appreciator.

Adam had a special gift. Some might be so forward, if they knew of it, to call it a mutation, a gift, a superpower. Items appreciated around him. Cars, houses, books, everything in his reach grew in value instead of decreasing like normal things did. A broken-down jalopy laid in his garage for five years. The only part of it he had paid for was towing it from the junkyard. When he sold it, it looked and worked almost brand new. When these items left his presence, they did not suddenly revert back to their old value, but merely began depreciating at their normal rate once more.

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