Finding peace
He stepped closer, almost speaking to it. “You’re home now,” Harper whispered softly, his words for no one but the artifact itself. With that, he turned to join his crew, his steps lighter than they had been in months. For the first time, there was peace in his stride. The story was over, and the treasure was exactly where it belonged—safe, admired, and free from shadows. It was a lasting reminder of victory.
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