Unseen worth
Gavin strode into his father’s study, a room steeped in memories and wisdom. As he began sorting through the papers and books, his eyes were blind to the stories each item held. Old photographs, letters from decades past, and first editions of classic novels were mere objects to him, lacking the sentimental value that his father cherished. In Gavin’s mind, they were just things to be appraised and sold.
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