Belonging to the world
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“We could have been set for life,” the man added, his voice low and unsteady. Behind him, the rest of the crew stared at the floor, defeated and resigned. Harper finally stepped forward, his own voice quiet but sharper than the detective’s.
“It doesn’t belong to you either,” he said firmly. His eyes bore into the man’s. “It belongs to history.” The burglar flinched at the words, unable to argue against them.
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