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Persia:
1938
Persia had spent most of his after-existence life looking over his grandchildren, relaxing or poking fun of Ancient Rome.
But every now and then, something made him pay extra attention to stuff not directly linked to the above-mentioned.
It had started with a stirring within his mind that seemed connected to his heart. Curious, he looked down upon Persepolis. Or, what used to be Persepolis. He supposed it might have a different name now; he didn't keep tabs on name-chances and political changes and so on.
Anyway, he looked down, and smiled.
-I was wondering how long it would take before someone found those, he said to himself as he saw archeologists uncover the gold and silver plates left behind, some of them his.
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