Continuing his story
The man’s story spilled out further. He explained that his father had devoted his life to the figurehead, chasing rumors and maps for decades. “He died without ever knowing where it was,” the burglar said softly, his voice cracking with emotion.
His hands trembled slightly as he spoke. Harper studied him closely, recognizing that this wasn’t just greed. There was history here, a family legacy stretching into obsession that had swallowed them whole.
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