My shovel struck something solid as it sank deep into the
damp muck.
“I’ve got something,” I shouted. The rain was such that I had to repeat myself several times before my companions heard my excited cries.
They eagerly sunk their shovels into the small depression
I had made and we quickly exposed the hard thing I had so recently discovered.
To this day we don’t speak of the terrible thing we eventually unearthed from
that muddy hole.
It was inside a small box covered in complex geometric designs.
There was no visible lock or hinge; we smashed it open.
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