She had found it on a summer day. The pristine white box. Buried under the soil of her new garden. The size of a cigar box. Printed in black on the lid, the words:
Time Capsule.It was made of an unknown material. She guessed it was lacquered wood. But it was only a guess. It was neither hot nor cold, light nor heavy; when she shook it, she heard
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