You can hear our breath as it meets the air. An utter stillness hugs the night. After our wandering through the corridors, we’ve at last returned to where the box lies waiting for us.
A sharp intake of breath snaps me back to attention. Corinna sees it before I do and stops to stare ahead at that thing, so small yet so heavy. There it sits. A crusted patina paints the outside of one edge, and a rare shimmer of bronze that has escaped time’s ravages on the other. A few other pieces, a large coiled basin and a lapis encrusted comb, sit upon the dais as well, but they’re no more than scrap to her. Corinna puts one foot forward, then the next, and suddenly she’s sprinting towards it, having waited long enough. I follow after, and we both stop at the partition.
“Heat sensors. A smart move.” W
