Before there was a box, there was a Bible stuffed full of family memorabilia. It was ordinary to look at, black except for the rough, tan leather showing through dry cracks along the edges of the binding and on the ridges around the faded gold letters that read Holy Bible. Gramps’s special feelings for the Holy Book had grown not just from devotion to Christian ideals, but from pride in the family documents he had painstakingly stored within its protective cover.
But he lost it.
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