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Once you find this cache only one is correct (you'll understand when you find)
Once the Russia Docks bustled with Baltic timber, tall ships creaking and groaning as they delivered pine and oak to feed London’s endless appetite. The water was busy then, but time drained away, leaving behind the green hush of woodlands and ponds. Globe Pond sits among them now — still as a mirror, round as a coin, where ripples tell more stories than sailors ever did.
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And as for secrets: they say not every relic hides beneath earth or water. Some whispers speak of a cache in cold iron, not buried but raised, resting where a lone metal pole stands apart, a sentinel without comrades. It points skyward, plain to see, yet its secret lies not in where it reaches, but what it quietly holds.