The case arrived this morning. Next to it laid a note from Carla. ‘It was sitting outside. I removed the contents for you. Headed to meeting.’ I placed the note back on the table and studied the case.
Two bronze hinges held the box together, fastened along the back. I ran my fingers across the wooden frame before tracing the etched leather. My eyes drift…
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