The boxes were stacked to the ceiling—some marked “fragile,” others unmarked and sealed tight. Linda grabbed a crowbar and pried one open. Inside were rows of dusty glass bottles and a strange brass contraption wrapped in cloth.
She pulled it free and brushed away the cobwebs. It looked like a vintage machine—part clock, part telescope, with tiny engravings across its frame. “Weird,” she murmured, setting it aside.
Another box revealed smaller devices—each handcrafted, each older than the last. It didn’t look like trash. It looked… valuable.
She didn’t know it yet, but those forgotten machines were worth more than she could ever imagine.
