Thousand: Six Hundred Sixty-One

and bears down on it, really driving it back and forth and forth and back and back and forth and forth, really going at it, her arms burning, her shoulders aching, the keybox shining, blazing, vibrating. She cannot look at it at all now. It’s warm, not hot like you’d expect of something so bursting with light, warm. And the vibrating, the hum makes her palm itch as she rises, her knees pop. She holds the box up again, as high as she can with arms worn down by all that. And the light flows into a circular room. The