[Tomb raiding + mystery + antique appraisal] He had known the thrill of getting rich overnight and the agony of losing everything. Heaven and hell were only a thought apart. A prodigal returning to the right path is worth more than gold; let fate decide who rises and falls, and never look back. Now, past fifty, he sits in his reclining chair, and the past seems vivid, as if it all happened yesterday. If you have time, why not stop and listen to a tomb raider’s tale from the underworld? [The story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.]
