Fisherman Thought He Found A Massive Clam, Then He Takes A Look Inside

The beam of his flashlight revealed fabric—dark and heavy, folded neatly within. Kenji reached in carefully, his fingers brushing the damp material. It didn’t crumble. It was preserved. Beneath it was a small box, sealed tight with metal clasps. The box was heavy when he lifted it, its sides cold and smooth. “Looks like a strongbox,” he murmured. “Old, but intact.”