Journal Oculus Habent's Journal: Writing: Discovery
Chapter 1: A Last Request.
Hello, my name is Jacob, and I am about to die. Could you please hold onto this letter for me?
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No, don't mail it. It will find its way.
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I have only a bit of money, but I will gladly give it if you will do this for me.
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Thank you so very kindly. Here is all that I have. Take it with my thanks.
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No, no, it will find it's way.
It always does.
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Chapter 2: Morning
Hello, my name is Jacob. I am the son of Nathaniel, whom you knew some years ago in Ontario.
...
Yes, that's papa. That's him exactly.
...
Oh, thank you. It has been a long journey and I could sit a spell.
My, this is pleasant. A fine home you have here.
...
Indeed, indeed.
...
Certainly. It is papa that brings me here, after a fashion. You see, papa died three months ago, and we just finished the execution of his will. That is why I am here. This may strike you as odd but...
You see, the last thing in papa's will was a small oak box with no hinge or obvious mechanism. Smooth and tight were all edges, though hollow it must have been by its weight. It was bequeathed to me with a cryptic message: "In this box is discovery."
So intrigued was I that I thought of nothing else for a week. I rose before dawn and lapsed into sleep late in the evening as I begged the box to reveal its secrets. I took to carrying the box with me should inspiration about its mysterious construction strike me. It was this happy chance that gave me the first clue.
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Hello, my name is Jacob, and I am about to die. Could you please hold onto this letter for me?
No, don't mail it. It will find its way.
I have only a bit of money, but I will gladly give it if you will do this for me.
Thank you so very kindly. Here is all that I have. Take it with my thanks.
No, no, it will find it's way.
It always does.
----
Chapter 2: Morning
Hello, my name is Jacob. I am the son of Nathaniel, whom you knew some years ago in Ontario.
Yes, that's papa. That's him exactly.
Oh, thank you. It has been a long journey and I could sit a spell.
My, this is pleasant. A fine home you have here.
Indeed, indeed.
Certainly. It is papa that brings me here, after a fashion. You see, papa died three months ago, and we just finished the execution of his will. That is why I am here. This may strike you as odd but...
You see, the last thing in papa's will was a small oak box with no hinge or obvious mechanism. Smooth and tight were all edges, though hollow it must have been by its weight. It was bequeathed to me with a cryptic message: "In this box is discovery."
So intrigued was I that I thought of nothing else for a week. I rose before dawn and lapsed into sleep late in the evening as I begged the box to reveal its secrets. I took to carrying the box with me should inspiration about its mysterious construction strike me. It was this happy chance that gave me the first clue.
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