If you’d told me a month ago that I’d spend a rainy Tuesday afternoon digging through Professor Riona’s dusty filing cabinets, I would have laughed. Dr. Riona—ancient history, tweed blazers, and a glare that could curdle milk—was the last person on campus I’d associate with the word “treasure.”
But legends have a way of finding you.
I wasn’t looking for treasure. I was looking for a missing citation for my thesis on trade routes in 12th-century Anatolia. But when Professor Riona unexpectedly retired and left me her office keys with a note that said, “Donate what you can. Burn the rest” — I got curious.
They called it “Riona’s Treasure.”