Recognizing the box
They escorted me to a safety deposit box, and I turned the key with shaking hands. The clerk glanced at me, but remained silent. The quiet chamber resonated with the sound of the lock’s steely click. I inhaled deeply before pulling the thin handle. The box came out easily. A bundle of letters, neatly tied together with twine, caught my attention inside. I was afraid of what I may find, so I paused.
Recognizing The Box
Bundle of letters
Inside the box was a bundle of letters, their envelopes yellowed and brittle with age. My fingers hesitated over them before carefully picking them up. Each letter was sealed meticulously, offering no immediate clues. Gently, I untied the twine and pulled out the top letter. As I unfolded it, a soft, musky scent drifted into the air. The handwriting was unmistakably Mark’s, but it was strikingly different—more intimate and poetic than anything I had ever seen before.
Bundle Of Letters
