It wouldn’t budge.
It felt stuck—almost glued to the wall.
I pulled harder.
A crack appeared.
Not in the frame.
In the wall.
The adobe began to crumble… revealing a hidden space behind it.
My heart started racing.
With shaking hands, I cleared away the loose dirt.
There was something inside.
Wrapped.
Heavy.
I pulled it out.
Slowly… carefully… I unwrapped it.
And when I opened the box—
I froze.
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