A flashlight beam sliced through the darkness of the cache. The silence in the attic became deafening. There, in the narrow space between the rafters, lay packages. Dozens, hundreds of them. They were neatly stacked in rows, covered in a thick layer of grey dust, but absolutely untouched.
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Rudi reached out and grabbed the nearest object. It was a simple box. He blew off the dust and lifted the lid. Inside lay his father’s hat. Perfectly preserved. Next to it were stacks of books wrapped in oiled paper, paintings removed from their frames, and his mother’s sewing machine.
“Incredible…” Dr. Novak exhaled. “It’s a time capsule. The air here is practically preserved.” But the most valuable item was buried deep in the back. Rudi spotted a small, inlaid wooden box.
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