Chapter 50 Auctioning the Bloodstone

• Amelia Snyder
• “An imitation? Why do you say so?” I asked the old man curiously.
• The old man looked at me as he adjusted his tortoiseshell glasses before he began explaining his assessment in earnest. “The base of the jar is too clean, there’s no sign of wear and tear. The patterns on the jar also don’t match up nicely here,” he pointed out. “Based on my experience with antiquities, this jar is definitely made in modern days.”