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y Treasure Trove, around 1000 words to

ly Treas

ne: The R

e July wind carried a warm scent of earth and mango blossoms, a scent Lina Moyo hadn't smelled since she was nine. Now, at sevent

energy, bounced in the seat beside her. "Ar

e front. "Almost, Sammy. Yo

her she barely knew but whose name carried weight in every village story. Mzee Solomon Moy

ure made of dark wood and red clay bricks, roofed with weathered tiles and wrapped in vine

ll. Home, yes. But not

he sound of the engine. Grandma Zawadi stood by the door in

racing them one by one. "Kar

enerations of Moyos staring down in faded frames. One caught Lina's eye: a m

this place?" Sammy asked,

"And more than just the house. H

But wasn't that crumbling? Her mother had left years ago for the city. Un

e stars, Lina couldn't sleep. The house creak

The air was cooler here, and the hallway was li

s the

ated, then

. Boxes stacked high, some labeled in Grandfather's spid

book lying atop an old trunk. No dust. Almos

, she o

s a j

12th

, and legacy. I fear what may come if it falls into the w

rough the pages, but most were written in a mix of

a c

rned.

ve sworn she h

na.

pped th

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le

rt hammering, not daring to look back

o find Grandma Zawadi sitting

ant, "Did Grandfather ev

the cup, expression unreadable. "He ta

, then handed

This...this should not h

a asked, start

reat-grandfather Makari discovered something-a treasure that could change everything. Som

breath

"It's meant for the future of our bloodline. And to rea

ies to take it for

ed. "Then they will

The page with the first entry was

into the very heart of her family's secrets-and into

Chapt

inue with Chapter Two: