accepted. Then it was his turn. What he received was a worn, old coat. The room reacted instantly—laughter, dismissive glances, the assumption that he had been left with nothing of value. Without a word, he walked away, holding what felt like confirmation of everything he had believed about his uncle.
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For a while, the coat sat untouched—not out of sentiment, but avoidance. Eventually, curiosity led him to check its pockets. Inside, he found a letter. The handwriting was unmistakable, but the message felt entirely different.
It explained that the
