The paper of the document had yellowed.
It looked aged.
You could tell it had been meticulously preserved, yet holding it still brought the fragile texture of time to mind.
He glanced at the date on the document.
19XX-2-4.
This was a document from over sixty years ago.
It had passed through two generations.
"This was left behind by Grandpa," Maple Swallow said to Trenton Smith. "Later, Grandpa gave it to Dad, and now it's in my hands. I think... you should take a look at it."
Trenton lowered his head and carefully read the printed text on the document word by word.
The text was in English, and at the end where the signature was, the two words "Hawk Swallow" were written.
The handwriting was bold and commanding, reflecting the character of its owner.
Trenton stared at it for a while, then handed the document back to Old Lawrence.
He closed his eyes, lost in thought, his face faintly pale.
