Silent Things Gathered in an Old Laplander Possession Box

A fragment of reindeer horn carved with exquisite, indecipherable messages.
A broken box revealing within a locked box.
The imprint on parchment of a lost key.
Musk.
A little boy who had been turned into a bird, crouching skittishly in one corner and looking at us as if he wanted to tell.
 
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