Then, the metal hit something that didn’t sound like stone. It was a dull, hollow clack .
Elias dropped to his knees, clawing at the dirt with his bare fingernails. He expected a box, maybe a locket—something sentimental. Instead, he unearthed a heavy, industrial-grade steel canister, sealed with wax. Buried Secrets
He pried the lid open. Inside, wrapped in rotting plastic, wasn’t Clara. Then, the metal hit something that didn’t sound like stone