He Thought It Was Just Garden Junk — Until An Expert Says This

He examined it with a loupe, then scratched the edge gently, placing a flake into a spectrometer. The machine whirred for a moment before the screen flashed. Dale let out a breath. “Owen,” he said slowly, “this isn’t a replica. It’s real. Ninety-nine point nine percent pure gold. You’re holding a historic U.S. Mint assay bar.”