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"Would you like to know more about Colonel Jacob... Oh, no, Admiral Jacob?" the man asked.

"Yes," Emily replied.

The man said, "My uncle's name was Mark. He passed away ten years ago. I live in his house, and there are a lot of materials about Admiral Jacob there." Emily had heard of Mark and thought it necessary to find out more. "If that's possible, thank you so much!"

Following the man through winding streets, Emily finally arrived at his quaint, ivy-covered house. Stepping inside, she was immediately surrounded by a musty yet intriguing aroma of aged paper and history. The living room was filled with towering bookshelves and stacks of files, a treasure trove of information on Colonel Jacob.

She began sifting through the materials, her eyes scanning titles and documents with growing excitement. Hours seemed to pass in a blur as she delved deeper into the collection. Then, amidst a pile of dusty folders, a faded, leather-bound journal caught her eye. Its cover was embossed with a crest she didn't recognize, and the edges of the pages were tinged with a strange, brownish stain.

With a sense of anticipation, Emily carefully picked up the journal. As she opened it to the first page, a brittle photograph fell out, fluttering to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, she stared in shock at the image—a group of soldiers she didn't recognize, standing in front of a building with a flag she couldn't identify. This was something new, something that could potentially rewrite what was known about Colonel Jacob. Her heart pounding, Emily settled down to read, ready to uncover the secrets the journal held.