PROMPT: You find a box in the attic that
isn’t yours.
It was
hand-carved, overlaid in hammered gold. I blew dust from the top and set it on
the floor before me. What could be inside? So many possibilities. The runes
encircling an engraved eagle spelled out a warning. I smiled. Curses were a
myth. Weren’t they?
Whatever was
in that box… I had to know.
I slid the
ivory pin from the latch and raised the lid. The hinges creaked their
objection.
Then the
rushing wind, like a thousand bats taking flight with a screech. I gasped and
slammed it closed, but t’was too late.
“Pandora!
What have you done?”
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