The Box was glowing again. But this time Dakota could see white flames rising out of its depths, rising towards the tray. It washed over the tray like water, then receded, leaving something on the tray.
One neatly folded piece of paper.
Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, "What's so special about a piece of paper?"
You'll find out.....eventually. :) Just know that this is a crucial part of the story, this scene and the three scenes before it.
P.S. As of now, I have 48,479 words. :D