Klisto marijus kiskis.mariu klausime susitraukes lipa baravyku kopsos regina kliuvinys klisto

Previously

…The rain had stopped. A patch of sunlight broke through the attic window, illuminating a corner he had not noticed before. There, half-hidden behind a stack of books, was a small wooden chest. He had never seen it before. His heart quickened. He crossed the room and knelt before it, his fingers touching the carved initials on the lid: M.K. Mariu Klausime. Klisto Kiskis. The chest was locked, but the key, he knew, was somewhere in the room. He began to search, the echoes of the past growing louder with every passing moment.