It was just laying there. The dim lights casted grey, dancing shadows on its sides, raising its mystery. This was strange. With the occasional crimes, mail rarely reached this side of town. I released a deep breath that clogged my throat, and glanced sideways down the hallways.
Nothing.
I hastily bend down, grabbing the oak-colored box. Smudges of dark brown littered its top and sides.
It was wet.
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This is a Short story; therefore the story will be short, with short chapters.
