Grandpa's Cellar Secret

It was a typical Saturday afternoon, as I was searching my grandfather's old basement for tools. Dust got under the nails, and the smell of damp wood and antiquity filled the space. Among the boxes, old books and various trinkets, I came across a small, metal box. It was worn and there was barely any engraving visible on the lid - it looked like a coat of arms. I opened it and was amazed - inside were coins, old and shiny, each with its own story.