“I need to see a professional with this,” Samantha muttered to herself. She needed to get it appraised and hopefully find clues about the owner. The local jeweler, run by an elderly gentleman named Mr. Reynolds, was the perfect place. He had been in the business for decades and knew almost everyone in town.
Samantha carefully put the sand-colored watch in a velvet pouch from her pocket. There she would keep it safe for the short walk into town. Her heart quickened at the thought of the news Mr. Reynolds would have about the watch. Where might this surprise treasure have come from?
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