The treasure remained untouched.
Waiting.
Almost a year later… a letter arrived.
It had traveled far.
Her hands trembled as she opened it.
And as she read… tears filled her eyes.
She had found someone.
Someone who carried the same last name.
Someone who knew the story.
Weeks later, a woman stood at her door.
Her name was Margaret.
And the moment she saw the house, her eyes filled with emotion.
“It’s exactly how my father described it…” she whispered.
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