The girl examined the plain wooden box in her attic. It was carved smooth, the wood was dark, and it was unexceptional in all respects except one: she had never seen it before.
With trembling fingers, she lifted the lid and looked inside. Cold struck in her in the face. Darkness filled the box. The darkness tugged her inside. One scream. She was gone.
The wizard danced out of his hiding place, doubled over with laughter. This prank worked even better than his pillar of flames! He picked up the box and went on his way to find another victim.
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