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Gold and Guilt

Under layers of fabric lay stacks of gold bars, jewelry, and bundles of aged Dutch guilders. “Is this real?” Steven whispered. Wilburt reached in and lifted a note. “To my kin,” it read. He opened it and began to read. “These valuables were stolen—from the hands of bad men. During the war, we women resisted in our own way.”
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