Nathaniel Hancock
Joined February 2021
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Henry's Chest
His hands were tired and shaking, skin cracked and full of dirt. He slowly turned the door knob and the door creaked open. All that was sitting in the cold dark room was a book - a little black book resting perfectly in the centre of the room, it's old creased leather skin covered in dust like a layer of fresh snow. One single ray of sunlight coming in from the window - illuminating the old book like a spotlight on stage. He carefully picked the book up. With a racing heart, he blew off the dust and turned the first page...
By Nathaniel Hancock3 years ago in Wander