Welcome.
No swearing, and no mature themes will be even vaguely found within this story. Possibility for scary and frightening descriptions, weird descriptions, mildly violent scenes, possible puns, utter nonsense, complex ideas, and your typical fantasy-like confusion. There will also be descriptions of an extremely bland lunch, some bloodshed (not too much, though), and other things, y'know, because usually, things are described in my books. If this were a movie, it'd get a PG rating. Maybe ten and up. Eleven? I dunno. Ten and a half, unless you're a really advanced zero-to-nine-year-old. (And, if you are, congratulations on that. Whoo!)
Make sure you check the backmost Parts of this story for a Glossary, a spoiler-free Glossary, a Pronunciation Guide, and some Acknowledgements.
This story is not affiliated with any other story, piece of art, or fanatic domain not conjured up by K.E.L.- all characters and ideas are original.
And with all that being said, I invite you to crack open this story and delve until your eyes get sore.
Enjoy The Trinket-Box.
-K.E.L.
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Trinket-Box
FantasyBeing an antique dealer's assistant- such a honor! There's nothing more enchanting than sitting behind a desk in the corner of a shop that smells of mothballs and book glue. Oh, the enthralling joy. Escape is infeasible. What's more, the old cr...
