This is a weird one...

 So, on one hand I'm mortified by this. But on the other, this is what relics originally were: parts of saints. And if anyone in American history qualifies as a saint, warts and all (Literally), it is Abraham Lincoln, not just for what he did, but for what he overcame to do what he did...


https://www.ctvnews.ca/world/lock-of-abraham-lincoln-s-hair-and-bloodied-telegram-up-for-auction-1.5083224

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