He seemed like the kind of man who wouldn’t dirty his shoes unless absolutely necessary. His footsteps echoed sharply on the leaf-covered path, and his gaze was fixed on me, as if he knew exactly who I was and what I was doing there.
— Are you… the owner of this land? he asked, in a low but firm voice.
I nodded. I had no reason to deny it. — Yes. I inherited it from my grandfather. Why?
He opened a folder and pulled out a few sheets. — I’m sorry to bother you, but I would like to discuss a purchase offer.
I felt my heart race. I hadn’t even finished cleaning up all the junk in the yard, and someone already wanted to buy it? It felt suspicious.
— You know, it’s not exactly a luxury property… I said, trying to read his intentions.
The man smiled briefly, without humor. — It’s not about how it looks now. It’s about what’s underneath.
I felt a chill run down my spine. I vaguely remembered my grandfather’s stories about an old spring hidden somewhere on the land, and how precious stones had once been found in the area. But I had never believed they were real.
— Listen… if you don’t want to sell, that’s fine. But I warn you: there will be others who will come to ask. And not all will be as polite, he added, closing the folder and turning towards his SUV.
He left without saying anything else. I stood in the middle of the yard, my hands trembling slightly, feeling that my grandfather’s legacy was much more than an abandoned farm.
In the following days, I continued cleaning, but my eyes were always on the road, waiting for the next car. And it came sooner than I thought.
This time it wasn’t a black SUV, but an old van, with two solid figures getting out of it. They weren’t in suits, but their looks said enough: they knew something I didn’t.
Then I understood why my grandfather had never sold the place. It was a secret he had kept, and now it was mine. And come what may, I was going to protect it.
I took a cup of coffee, sat on the farmhouse steps, and looked out at the field. Deep in the ground, something was waiting to be discovered. And I was determined to find out what.
For my grandfather. For myself. And for the truth my family had never suspected.
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