It smelled musty and had layers and bundles of papers. On close inspection they appeared to be stories/poems/novels etc. My first thought was to junk the box but something stopped me. I spend the next couple of nights sorting and arranging the papers. They were in longhand and pretty neat.
Just for lark, I mailed one of the stories to the editor of the local weekly. I had him knocking on my door the very next day. He profusely praised the the story and compared the writing to the best in literary world. I had hit the 'JACK POT'. I never looked back and used the books and stories judiciously over the next 20 years.
Today, I have everything but no more book in the box.
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