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Looking at it much closer, I was amazed. The box's craftsmanship was incredible, unlike anything I'd seen on The Clock - the edges were precise, clean, almost perfect, like it was pulled from the very idea of mathematical beauty. The soft wooden panels were smooth like chiseled stone, and felt just as strong. And most shockingly, the trims were made of metal. Metal! I'd hardly ever seen it, certainly not as much in the same place, spent on something as trivial as a container. This was the find of my young life; this could make my little newspaper actually something worth talking about! Definitely something worth sharing with Lilian next time I saw her.
Only problem was I couldn't figure out how to get the darn thing open...but it gave me time to think. Who had left this? Would I be stealing it if I took it away? No, of course not; they'd abandoned it. Legally I was fine. Though, wait - there was a bounty on metal. If I showed anybody carelessly, it might be taken away from me. If dad found I had it, he'd probably make me turn it in before I could unlock its secrets.
The symbol on the front was particularly interesting - I felt like I'd seen it before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember where. You'd think something so distinct would be pretty easy to remember, but it felt like it was just on the edge of my consciousness. It was alluring...almost like it wanted me to...