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Family gatherings often included stories, but the box was always off-limits. My curiosity grew into obsession. I began asking my grandmother about it, but her answers were always vague, laced with warnings. “Some things are not meant to be known too soon,” she would say, with a mischievous yet stern look in her eyes. I learned quickly that prying was not only futile—it was discouraged.
Chapter 2: Clues in the Carvings
It wasn’t until I was much older that I began to examine the box more closely. I noticed the carvings weren’t random; they were symbols, almost like a coded language. Some resembled letters, others were geometric patterns, and a few looked eerily like constellations. I began sketching the carvings in a notebook, comparing them to symbols I found in old books on folklore and ancient alphabets. The patterns seemed to tell a story—but whose? And why would it be encoded into a box?
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