Indeed, the coin is the stubborn witness that outlasts armies. I keep its story by treating each piece as a silent chronicle, noting every subtle scar, each faint strike of the die, as if it were a line in a poem. A little cleaning, a careful cataloging, and I let the patina be the ink that tells the tale, rather than erasing it. It’s a delicate dance between preservation and letting the history show itself in the worn edges.