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The watch.

Bart rummage around in his grandpa’s loft. It was very musky and quite damp, but there were loads of things to search through and odd things to look at, his old clothes were strange, why he even kept them was un known but he had and bart surmised this was where the musky smell was coming from. Boxes and boxes of junk were strewn all around, no particular order, or one bart could not see just randomly cast aside. Something caught barts attention, instead of the cardboard boxes was a little wooden chest, it was hidden beneath several boxes and bart had been lucky to see it. He moved the boxes from atop of it and sat as he pulled the box towards him, it wasn’t heavy but held far more interest than the other boxes had up until now.

The box was dirty around the sides, dust was on the top, but with it being hidden beneath the cardboard boxes not as bad, it simply brushed off. There was no insignia or markings to be seen as bart brushed away the dust, just a plain and simple wooden box, bart slipped the clasp at the front and the box opened, there was a little squeaky resistance but apart from that, it opened quite easily. Inside were small folded pieces of paper, which when opened were notes and letters in scrawled hand writing and obviously done with a quill as opposed to a pen, bart didn’t read them he simply folded them back up and dropped them to his side. There was a couple of old yellowish photo’s bart recognised no-one, he flicked through them anyway then placed them with the notes, there under a piece of cloth was a velvet type back, inside felt something small and hard, bart picked it up and opened it, the cord which tied the bag gave easily and the bag opened.

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