The old tree is uprooted after the hurricane. In torn earth where it once stood, I find a broken circle of blue azurite stones.
A lead box is half-buried at its center.
I open it. Dry eyes flick wide.
“Free,” the mummified head whispers to me. “At last.”
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Note: never open strange looking boxes 📦 (especially in the woods) 😂
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Alternatively, you could trade the unopened box for what’s behind door number two… ;-)
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Damn that was smart!!
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Um, nope, Just nope.
Never, ever open lead boxes. It’s rule. Ask Superman.
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