#66 The Box

I open up the box, flipping open the tiny ornate clasp and lifting the heavy, dark wooden lid. It opens easily, eagerly almost, as if the hinges themselves are keen to expose its contents.

Inside is utter and complete darkness.

A darkness so absolute that it almost seems to leach away the light from the area around it.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice tinged with wonder.

“You asked for something special. This is something very special indeed.”

I sit for a time, entranced by the box’s dark, mysterious contents. Then he says,

“Put your hand in the box.”

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