and written research by Steelgohst
Salvation - "The
has long been assumed to be a LeMarchand Box constructed at the same
time as Magdalenes
A photograph (above) with a few pages of written
documentation has recently arrived at Pyramid-Gallery from an anonymous
source, which suggests that this was the very first creation of Captain
Nathan Green, made in 1976.
Strange, as a recent time line
reported by Brandon Joseph, former head of new
acquisitions at N.G.
Industries, makes no mention
of "The Hope
Crafted from ancient mastodon ivory, apparently acquired from an
unscrupulous source within the British Natural History
vaults, and inlaid with an alloy of osmium and iron. Notably,
is almost a visual negative of LeMarchand's Magdalene's
not only in colour but also in the way that the metal sections of the
original are now ivory, and the wood sections now metal. The
osmium is safely contained in the alloy, meaning that the box is not
dangerous to handle and has no pungent odor, unlike the osmium based
created by Lemarchand for David Brown in the mid 1700’s.
Indeed, rumour has it that the box gives off a faint perfume that
cannot quite be described, but always seems to trigger good memories in
those lucky enough to come into contact with it. In the letter
accompanying the photograph, our source put it this way:
the box in 1987. I have a terrible memory for dates,
but I will never forget that one. October 3rd 1987.
Green saved my
life that day. My wife had been with me since I was little
than a child, I was 17 years old when we met. With the usual
in girls at that age, seeing them as little more than bodies to be
toyed with, she changed all that. She was my first, and last,
love of my life. I went from a boy with no interest in
married and vigorously creating children
within the space of just a couple of years. Those years were
happiest of my life, and I never thought they would end.
the tricks fate has up its sleeves.
returned home from work to find the street filled with
flashing lights and uniforms. I remember how my initial
turning to ice in my chest as I got closer to home and saw the tape
across the doorway, and the ambulances on the driveway. They
was a fault on the water heater that was to blame. They told
family would have simply felt tired and gone to sleep when the carbon
monoxide started to affect them. I stopped hearing them then.
remember looking at their mouths move, but hearing nothing.
It was as if they were very far away, and it was getting dark
I needed to rest. I just wanted to go to my bed and sleep,
wake to find her there with the children who would be making far too
much noise in
the other room - then the whole world receded and the darkness came
darkness stayed with me every day after that. Friends tried
but were all gradually pushed away by my indifference. When
died 2 years later and was buried with my father, I barely noticed.
remember being jealous of her, and wondering why I couldn't do the
I had always told my wife that if she died, I'd die too of a broken
heart, but here I was. When I look back now, I realize that I
dead. Walking and breathing, but still dead.
was a particularly cold night. I remember that there were
hard cold tiny particles of snow in the air when I started walking
across the bridge. I don't think I had given any real thought
was there, it just was the natural place to be. This was my
this place was to be the last I'd see. In my mind's eye I
see her there. It was warm, and she was smiling at me, and
whole lives together lay
ahead. Then I was standing on the rail, and the water looked
inviting, when I felt a presence and turned to see a man standing
behind me. He didn't say anything, but the wave of compassion
felt from him made me climb down from the rail. We stood
each other before he
appeared to reach a decision.
Silently, he crouched down, and opened the case he carried.
took from it
a small parcel, wrapped in red velvet. He opened the velvet,
the object it contained.
It seemed to me that when I touched the box I was home, and I
knew that my family were always with me. I carried them with
and one day I would see them again, but now was not the time.
remember the perfume rising from
the box on the frigid air. It was the smell of my wifes
held her, it was the smell of my children's heads when they were newly
born, it was the smell of home and happiness and all that was once good
in my life and could be again.
Yes, he saved my life that day. I have seen him use the box
save many since."