A remnant of the past sat quietly alone in the attic of a nearly century-old house, buried behind layers of dust and forgotten possessions. It was a heavy wooden box, substantial and weathered, yet nevertheless standing firm against the passage of time. This was no ordinary piece of furniture; it was an icebox, a reminder of a time when keeping food fresh necessitated labor, patience, and a consistent regularity of ice delivery.
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