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When the ancient safe was cracked there was only the letter. Vaguely it hinted of treasure. Hidden? Buried? Lost?
Lost.. except the letter spoke of “the hand’s lifeline.”
What? Every hand has a line, right? RIGHT?
For year’s he searched the old city of Lancaster. Almost giving up until the shot barely missed him.
Why? Was there something? Where was someplace still as old as that letter? Only site still exposed… St. James… It’s cemetery older than the Revolution… Older than the country.
Where? Was there a life line somewhere on one of the buried… buried…. hands?
He stopped, stared… and abruptly Dieter understood…
Canon 7D, PS4, Topaz, AlienSkin: SnapArt, Oilpaint, Various custom brushes and filters.