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He opened it carefully. Inside was a note, brief and to the point, in Carl’s hand: “Mark — If you’re reading this, it means you found the chest. I knew you would. You always had that stubborn curiosity. Everything in there is yours, just as this home is. But know this: the real treasure isn’t what you find. It’s what you build. — Grandpa.” Mark closed the envelope and pressed it to his chest. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel lost. He felt found.
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