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Brandon appeared solemn. “Material possessions are not the most important thing in this small country. The true treasure of this land is said to be a stone that fell from the sky.”

Freya nodded, her curiosity piqued. “A meteorite? Meteorites aren’t typically considered valuable, right?”

As she examined “The Compendium of Medical Wisdom,” a book from the Middle Ages, the gold thread pattern tucked inside remained intact. This suggested that ancient craftsmen attached immense. importance to it.

He smiled, adding depth to the tale. “It might be a meteorite, but it’s said to be an incredibly dazzling stone, shimmering with many colors.”

As she listened, it increasingly sounded like a myth. “And then?”

“Legend has it that this stone can cure all diseases. The king of this small country owned the stone and lived for over a hundred years.”

Brandon chuckled, emphasizing the remarkable nature of the story. “In an era where the average lifespan was forty to fifty years, this is nothing short of legendary.”

Freya laughed skeptically. “Why would anyone believe in such a legend?”

He pointed to the sketches she had copied, deepening the mystery. “It may be a legend, but when you see these sketches, do you still think it’s merely a myth?”

She fell silent, her skepticism wavering.

Internet rumors about meteorites curing diseases have circulated for years. No matter how skeptical she was, she couldn’t help but suspect that the museum curator might have fabricated the story.

Freya asked, her doubts persisting, “What about this pattern?”

Brandon nodded, providing further context. “It’s said that this treasure brought calamity to the small country and attracted the attention of a larger nation. To aid future generations in finding it, the ruler of the small country left behind these patterns.”

“I

found it exceptionally peculiar. It wasn’t until I saw you copied this pattern and connected it to your recent experiences. Frey, I wondered if you’ve become entangled in something.”

pursed her lips. “No.”

introduction suggests this meteorite is both auspicious and ominous. It’s a stone, yet it’s remarkably magnificent. Its texture is unlike that of a typical stone. It’s almost as if it’s alive, very soft, and can be stretched and molded,” Brandon explained

this stone to obtain the golden thread

deep in thought and replied, “Mythical stories have always abounded throughout

home, Freya made an excuse to leave and went on a date with Radley. As they exited the traditional courtyard, she got into her car, and Radley instructed Connor to drive their vehicle and

me as a fool. How could he possibly believe in such a story?” Freya frowned and looked

rife with countless fabricated rumors. Radley furrowed his brow and replied, “Perhaps there was a place like that in the past, considering the pattern

said, “A lost ancient small country, a meteorite, an immortal ruler, and the country’s destruction due to the guilt of possessing

what made Falcon believe it before, and why hasn’t Jamie given up on it? There must be something we don’t know,” she

her about the meteorite. It

thought flashed through Freya’s mind, causing her

“Radley-”

“Yes?”

know what californium

his brow and inquired, “What

getting closer to uncovering the truth. Like her, Falcon and Jamie had pieced together information from the legend despite their skepticism about it. The disparity in knowledge. between ancient and modern times allowed them to identify the supposed meteorite that had fallen from the sky as a

estimated that the

of silence filled

the meteorite was composed of such a valuable substance, worth two billion per gram. What would a californium mass the size of a tiger represent? Both of them were

around 190 million Florin per gram. Its global reserves are currently minimal, and it’s typically found