Forty - Seven

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Skylar's POV:

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Skylar's POV:

I pushed open the glass door as I went inside the incredibly small shop. Like it was really small. And suffocating. The moment I entered, I heard a bell chime behind me.

The shop looked like an antique store. There were a whole collection of mirrors in here. Real mirrors, mirrored pieces carved in giant vases, wind chimes made out of mirror shards.

The shopkeeper must be into mirrors.

I hadn't intended to come out here alone. Not since dad had told me how dangerous this was. But I hadn't asked anybody to tag along with me. I could've asked Caden. 

But I didn't.

"Hello, young lady. May I help you?" I heard a voice behind me.

As if broken from a serious trance, I turned around abruptly to see an old man, who looked not so old, with a trimmed white beard and bald head.

"Oh, I...I heard you were good at making wooden boxes?" I started.

He raised a brow and nodded.

"I do. What kind of boxes do you want?" He asked walking over to the counter.

I slid off my handbag and gingerly took out the wooden box. Making sure he could see it and not exactly reach for it, I showed it to him.

"I don't need boxes. I thought you might be helpful enough to open this?" I asked hopefully. I needed to know what was inside it. At any cost.

He eyed the box curiously before looking up at me. Something didn't feel right.

"If you can't–" I took a small step back. "–I can take this to someone else."

He exhaled a sigh before shaking his head. "It's not that. I do not remember ever making such kind of boxes." He murmured. "But my brother used to sell them at his shop."

Maybe that's where this was brought from.

"So, you might be able to open it?" I asked.

His hand reached out towards me asking for the box. For some reason, I hesitated. But gave him anyway.

This was the only way.

He took it and turned it around in his hands, inspecting it very closely. His forehead furrowed in concentration. It took him almost seconds before he pressed something at the bottom. Surprisingly, I saw the locks working before the front of the box opened itself.

The old man looked at me, slight hint of pride in his eyes. I wouldn't blame the guy.

"Oh, thank you so much." I said. "I had no idea it was that easy."

As I made a move to take it, he held it back.

"It isn't. It takes the critical stage of mind to know where it opens and where it locks." He said before narrowing his eyes at me.

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