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Sunday, September 15th, 1962
In search of the key, I went back to the attic and examined every nook and cranny. But the only thing I accomplished was getting a thought in my head of some kind, like a memory, but I just couldn’t place what it was. I also didn’t find anything that could resemble a key. I’m at a loss, I even tried to lock pick the box… But I feel like I’m close to discovering something… I just have to think about it…
Friday, September 20th, 1962 Just before dawn
Excellent memory has always served me well, I have always been able to recall tiny details and things other people tend to forget instantly. And while I was waking from my slumber, it was as if someone had pulled a lever, and a slate of memory jumped inside my head. I think I may know where to head with this locked secretive box.
I remember these legends from my adolescence, being passed on from one generation to another. And the box may just be the core of those stories. Granddad definitely used to tell us bedtime stories about a box and a key, that date back to the twelfth century. But the key, where might the key be placed?
Friday evening, September 20th, 1962
If memory serves me right, and it usually does, when my brother reached the ripe age of eighteen he got a simple trinket as a present from my grandfather. Brother didn’t succeed in revealing what it was, no matter how much I tried.
Last time I saw my brother, he was leaving for Germany…