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The Tube
The attic was plunged into an eerie silence as she held the mysterious object up to the scant ray of sunlight streaming in through a small window. It was an old, rusty object that looked like a tube. It was large, about the length of her forearm, and heavy. It was, unmistakably, something that was designed to be a container rather than a component of the house.
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