He had found a peculiar box in his room, under one of the floorboards... And he was now sat on his bed with utmost curiosity as he looked at the latch on the front. It was made of silver, a long line pulling from the lock and leading around the edge of the dark mahogany wooden lid. Lifting the latch with a gloved finger, he had to use a little force to make it open, and when it did he fell back a little at the amount of strength he had to use. Grumbling a little, he sat up again properly and looked back down at the box, and saw a thin piece of wood sticking out from between the lid and the bottom of the box. It shut again when he pulled it out, and he discovered that it was a plain HB pencil, like the many that Marlene owned. Standing up once again, he decided to find some paper to see how good the pencil was to use, the box under his arm with the latch firmly shut once again.
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