Kneeling before the old chest, watching the winter sunlight filter through the dusty window of the attic, I’d paused in trepidation. I’d never been in this part of the house, as my uncle had forbidden it and his directives were not to be ignored lightly; but I’d been driven to explore the unexplained parts of my past and now I’d discovered that the chest contained the final few pieces of the puzzle.
Finally, I’d unlatched the lid and lifted it.
If only I hadn’t. My uncle had been right.
That day I learned that some things are better left undisturbed.
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