A crack of light breaks through the distressed roof shingles and pierces the gloom within, gently illuminating the ancient rafters swathed in lacy cobwebs. The unmistakable musty aroma and tranquility fuses the senses evoking images of a comfortable old library.
Long forgotten, among the hidden crates and battered boxes is a once cherished treasure, now banished to a lofty graveyard until only ghostly sentiment remains.
Amid all the put away things a shabby little box rests with its lid askew and Dusty Ruffpelt glimpses out into the pooled light.
Thank you for reading.
Farewell until next time.
