Treasure - Professor Riona’s

Inside: letters. Dozens of them, handwritten in a language I didn’t recognize at first. Old Ottoman Turkish, it turned out. And tucked at the bottom, a cracked leather pouch containing a single silver ring and a pressed yellow flower, dried to parchment.

Professor Riona never burned her treasure. She left it for someone who would understand. professor riona’s treasure

Behind a locked drawer in her oak desk, wrapped in faded velvet, was a small iron chest. No bigger than a shoebox. No jewels, no gold coins, no ancient crown. Inside: letters