Restoring it
At the restoration center, specialists in gloves and masks gathered around the figurehead. Under bright lamps, they began carefully cleaning away layers of coral, rust, and seawater damage. Every stroke of their tools revealed more detail, slowly uncovering what centuries had buried. Harper stood back, watching intently as the gold shone brighter. The artifact was no longer just a rumor. It was real, and it was becoming whole again before his eyes.
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