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Elias unwrapped it. It was a broadaxe, the steel pitted but the edge still showing the ghost of a razor-sharp gleam. He ran a thumb over the handle, feeling the smooth depressions where decades of sweat and calloused palms had worn down the wood.

This was the rhythm of the shop. In Belize, you didn't just buy an object; you bought the time someone spent with it. Elias reached under the counter and pulled out a stack of Belizean dollars, but he also reached into a glass case and pulled out a sturdy, modern compass. belize buy and sell

A young man walked in, smelling of salt spray and desperation. He placed a heavy, cloth-wrapped object on the counter. "My grandfather’s," he muttered. "From the mahogany camps in Orange Walk. Fifty years old if it’s a day." Elias unwrapped it