On the day my grandfather died, the old clock at home stopped.
He left me a key with the word "well" engraved on it. There is also a notebook with the first page saying: There is no water in the well. The second page reads: There is a sound in the well. The pages at the back were torn out.
The last line of the letter was: Do not throw the contents of the box back into the well. He used so much force on the word "hui" that the paper was torn.
I don't know where the well is. But the water level in Rusty Lake has been dropping recently.
