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The Mi’kmaq Cultural Museum was a tiny clapboard building perched on the jagged granite cliffs of eastern Newfoundland. The Mi’kmaq were a proud First Nations band and had lived in the Maritime Provinces of eastern Canada for thousands of years. Along with other museums scattered across the Maritimes, this modest building housed what few archaeological treasures remained of the tribe.

Far below, the savage rising swell of the Atlantic powered against the rocks and sprayed sea foam dozens of feet into the cold air. The wind was cutting up from the Grand Banks, some of the most plentiful fishing grounds on Earth and it looked like another short summer was reaching its end.

Bill Smith turned his back on the view, unlocked the main entrance and shuffled inside. He had been the curator since the place opened fifteen years ago, and was rarely overworked, but he was proud of his partial Mi’kmaq heritage and spent his days organizing cultural events and studying the language of his forefathers.

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