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2001-05-25 One day, folded inside an old National Geographic I�d bought at a stoop sale, I found a treasure map traced in what looked to be blood. The directions however were clearX marked the spot labeled �Treasure.� Providing myself with a trowel, I set off immediately. By late afternoon I�d reached the foot of a spreading yew tree. Here, as directed, I knelt between two upthrust roots and I began to dig. Eight inches down my trowel edge bit metal, then wood. The sun tossed in the yew tree�s bouffant branches. Soon I�d unearthed a small, padlocked chest, labeled �Treasure.� Taking aim with my trowel, I prepared to un-lock it. Then I noticed the fine print engraved on the hasp in an antique hand. It read: You�ve Come This FarWhy Give Up NowBefore You�ve Found the Key. |