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Owen just stared at him. “Wait… seriously?” Dale nodded. “From Denver, 1921. These bars weren’t meant for circulation. They were typically moved between banks, or sent as bullion reserve. No one should just ‘find’ one in a garden.” Owen laughed nervously. “So… what’s it worth?” Dale hesitated. “In gold weight alone? Over seventy grand. Historically? Maybe double.”
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