The old floorboard in Elias’s attic didn’t just creak; it groaned with the weight of a secret. When he finally pried it up, he didn't find jewelry or cash. He found a heavy, canvas bag tied with a rotting piece of twine.

Clara didn't look at the price chart on her computer. She picked one up and let it ring against the glass. The sound was high and clear—a pure, melodic chime that lingered in the air.

He pulled one coin back from the pile and slipped it into his pocket.

"You sure?" she asked. "Most people are coming in here trying to buy these right now."

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