Rummaging through the contents that I had long left neglected, crammed up, dusty, in the storage, I found myself staring down at the box. The metallic heavy box, covered with dirt and cobwebs. I still had the key to it. The shiny golden key, jiggling along with others in the bunch. Its handle of intricate design that made you think of ancient royals; the lovers of art and grandeur.
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