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Still puzzled, they brought the box into the kitchen. Amber set it gently on the counter, grabbed a knife, and worked it around the edges. The wood groaned like it didn’t want to be opened. Finally, with a reluctant creak, the lid popped free. Both froze, staring inside. “Is that… a photo?” Amber whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
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