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A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
What do people want the least on their hands?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?