“My dearest Martha,
I’m writing to you to tell you something I should’ve years ago. I’m sure you probably hate me and quite frankly I don’t blame you. I hate myself, too. If I know you the way I think I do, you’re probably saying I’m feeling sorry for myself. I’m not, I’m really not.
I know I’ve been a useless father. Martha, I’m sorry. There is no excuse for the way I behaved and I won’t try provide you with one. I will, however, leave you with this one last secret. Something that has been passed down from father to daughter for hundreds of years. It’s all I can leave you that is of worth. What I say now, you tell no one but your eldest son. In the year 1500 B.C. a peasant farmer got lost in a gorge while traveling and came across a secret that had been hidden away from the world. The farmer never spoke to it, but his young daughter. He made her promise to tell no one but her eldest son. He believed that only a man would have the strength to go back and find what he saw. She, however, had no sons. Instead, she told her eldest daughter as her father had told his. As the years has gone by all that remains is one word: Tydall. I have never been able to figure it out and it has never been written down. This will be the first time mention of this secret has been recorded. It is with this in mind that I tell you to burn it once you have read this.
Martha, I know you have no children. No husband and are dedicated to your work at the library. Your knowledge base is wider than most and if anyone can find uncover this, I know it will be you.
I don’t expect you to believe me, but I am hoping you will trust your grandfather. Go ask him. Mention Tydall and he will tell you what he knows.
Whatever you may believe, I have always been proud of you, my dearest daughter.
Your father, Arthur.”
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