Marble Wings

Magnus Bane had learned long ago that the world could be merciless, even to those who navigated the delicate balance between light and darkness. Yet, he never expected to discover cruelty presented so neatly. A weathered pine crate, stamped with the logo of an unremarkable shipping company, stood out starkly against the cold, concrete floor of the echoing bay in a dimly lit warehouse. The air was thick with the scent of something rotting, and the distant sound of water dripping added an unsettling rhythm, heightening his anxiety. It looked like every other box stacked in the cavernous room, except that this one whispered his husband's name every time Magnus let his palm glide a few inches over its lid.
"Alec," the warlock breathed, voice cracking in the cold. The dust on top of the pine crate trembled visibly as he said his name aloud.
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Item: 1 (one) classical sculpture, marble.
Recipient: confidential.
Value: beyond price.
Shipping date: 10 November 2025, midnight

English is not my first language, so please go easy on me.
Please don't compare the characters with the characters in Cassandra Claire's books. In my story, you will only find references to the TV show. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thank you.
Please mind the tags!
(I don't own any of the characters. All belong to Cassandra Claire. The story is my own.)