Zuri dug through the closet. Boxes held remnants from his past; things he'd once been interested in, then gotten bored with. A chunk of wood was at the bottom of one, half carved into a turtle. He'd done a lot of woodcarving once upon a time, when things had been quieter. Then the world sped up. They started driving automobiles instead of taking the train or riding a horse. Things happened faster, with less time to just sit and wait, and the hobby fell by the wayside.

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