The confirmation email arrived before his coffee did. In three days, a heavy, nondescript box would arrive at his door. While the world fretted over inflation and shifting pixels, Elias would be holding something that had been considered wealth since the time of the Caesars. He closed his laptop, took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, and smiled. The future was digital, but his safety net was solid silver.
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For months, Elias had watched the charts. Silver was dipping—a temporary glitch in the matrix, he was sure of it. He didn’t want paper silver or "promises" held in a vault in London; he wanted the weight of it. He wanted coins that felt like history in his palm.
