The man’s voice over the phone sounded articulate, cultured, and remarkably professional. Beneath his polished tone, Maya sensed a strange, restless tension that Maya ascribed to professional enthusiasm. He insisted on traveling to her town that very morning to examine the object in person.
They met in a quiet, secluded corner of the local library. Maya nervously unsealed the specimen bag and placed the heavy bronze coin onto the wooden table. The moment the stranger's eyes locked onto the metal, the color instantly drained from his face.
He turned deathly pale, his jaw tightening as he darted sharp glances around the empty room. He claimed the coin was a common anomaly requiring urgent laboratory analysis. But his trembling hands belied the seeming calmness of his words.