This was the best day ever.
Terun returned from The Piata with a grand purchase. He rushed up the stairs to his room, blasting past anyone and everyone, nothing but a black shadow. Slam! The boy flung himself on the bed. He furiously tore at the ribbon. Tissue stuffing flew into shreds!
The package fell away as Terun held the music box aloft. It was as beautiful, if not more, than it had been in Hollowed Goods. The silver gleamed in the eternal candle light of his room. He set it carefully down on the bed before him. Terun ran his cold and dead fingers across the edges of the box.
Then, he flipped it open. A
haunting tune filled the room.