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By Morpheus The box was a shallow rectangle, only a few inches deep.  Overall, it was about the same size and shape as an average board game box, though just a little larger than most.  It was made of dark wood, with brass hinges and a latch, which all looked old and well used.  It was obviously an antique. Chloe Sanders had just been walking home from school, and had taken a shortcut through the small park down the street from her house, just like she did every day.  However, today, her normal routine had been disrupted, by the presence of this box, which she’d found sitting on an otherwise empty park bench. “Who do you belong