S.A. SIZEMORE's
BECKETT COVEN
Salem Towne Museum
Angela frowned at the white steel and glass structure. Connected to it was the red brick and Corinthian columns of the revered East India Maritime Society building. Both structures now housed one of the oldest museums in the United States with an impressive collection of artworks from all over the world.
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The newest section, the Salem Towne Museum, contained rotating exhibits about early Salem, the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and local Native American tribes.
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She needed to get inside.
Dr. Niko Chen's name tag stated she was an Art Historian. She pointed to a relic sitting on a white pedestal surrounded by a heavy glass cover. It was a small, green bottle with a jagged, black stopper on top. Tattered pieces of cloth and faded strings were tied around the middle of its neck. A bit of crusty yellow candle wax kept the stopper firmly in place. If it wasn't in a sleek, white exhibit case, it could easily have been mistaken for just a piece of old trash.
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Niko addressed the group of guests. "This tiny object is a protection jar."
