A wee little drabble thought up for the SciFi Competition #4. The challenge was a 100-word drabble based off the prompt in bold.

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We landed on this pile of ice and dust expecting to find something that that would advance our scientific knowledge, but what we actually found was gold.

Brady brought it back to the ship. He slid his helmet off, eyes wide. "Man," he said. With a gloved hand, he held up the white rock, "It's everywhere, sir. What we thought was ice actually has the elemental make up of gold."

Brady put his fingers between his teeth, pulling out his hand. He reached for the priceless chunk of ice and sucked in a breath, choking.

The gold had killed him dead.