The Box arrives on his fiftieth birthday.
It is sitting on the desk in his office, wrapped in shiny black paper, adorned with a scarlet bow. It is square, the kind of box that might contain a paperweight, or a large book, or a box of chocolates.
Really, it could be anything.
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L'Erin Ogle 
The first line is the hook, loved it a chase of suspense, even the end lifts a few beats.
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