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Joe Oliver Mae Ryan Lyngdoh


He glanced at his watch impatiently, half past four in the evening. The train was supposed to be here by now. He thought back to what the letter said. He took it out and began reading it again. Although he had read it countless times before; to the point where he could remember every detail of it, he still wanted to read it again. Just to make sure the crumbled piece of paper was real, just to make himself believe that the contents were true. The date listed on the envelope was 14th June, three years ago, but delivered to him only a few days back. The paper was stained yellow, crumpled and had the looked of a very old, very fragile treasure map. To him it was a piece of treasure in itself. He just had to find out if it was true. He just had to hope that…