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It was a quiet evening in Washington, D.C., when Sarah, a young historian, found herself wandering through the National Archives after hours. She had been granted special permission to research a forgotten set of documents related to the Underground Railroad. Among the piles of old maps and letters, she stumbled upon something extraordinary—a weathered journal written by Harriet Tubman herself. Sarah’s hands trembled as she opened the fragile pages. The journal began with Tubman’s harrowing escape from slavery and chronicled her daring missions to free others. But the most shocking entry was near the end. "If my story survives the years," Harriet had written, "it must remind the world of what freedom costs. If there ever be a way to place my face among those symbols of liberty, let it serve not just as my tribute but as a call to courage for all." Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Was this a call for Tubman’s image to appear on something symbolic—like curren...

The year was 1856, and the air in Maryland was thick with the scent of pine and the ominous quiet of fear. Harriet Tubman, known by many as "Moses," crouched beneath the cover of a towering oak. Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her walking stick, but it was no ordinary staff—it had been a gift from a freed blacksmith, inscribed with the words "Freedom always calls." Tonight, Harriet wasn’t just leading a group of escaped slaves toward freedom; she was following a mystery whispered across the Underground Railroad. Travelers who made it to Canada told tales of a hidden safe house, more fortified than any other, where freedom-seekers could rest for months. The house was said to contain maps carved into its walls and a lantern that never went out, as if powered by hope itself. Harriet's journey to this fabled sanctuary began when a coded letter reached her hands: "Moses, the north star burns brighter tonight. Follow it to the place where shadows walk t...