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H equals W.

Good evening.

Some objects are carried into a place.

Others manage to return.

If you'll step closer,

a rusted Swiss army knife.

Red casing long since faded brown,

with age and exposure.

The main blade is partially snapped near the tip.

Trace remnants of an unidentified fibrous material

remain lodged within the hinge assembly. Attempts to remove it have been unsuccessful.

The knife emits a faint mineral odor when unfolded. Wet stone, standing water.

And beneath that, something organic.

There's a hatch in the middle of the woods.

Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful

plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include

Opa Word Cheddar worst

Uff de Cripes Cudenson,

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