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Yes,the necklace said.Yes.
Maybe it was another trick; she’d dig up another ax head, an old pot or sink maybe.
She laid the necklace down on the ground, began pulling back rocks. Tested with her metal detector and got a strong signal.
She kept digging, moving rocks.
Until her shovel hit something hard.
She reached down, felt a piece of wood and, behind it, the edge of a heavy metal box.
Beside it, Hattie’s necklace glinted up at her in the sunlight, the eye in the center watching.
I see all.
