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A key

Beside the photo, nestled in the corner of the box, lay a rusted key with a twisted loop handle. Amber picked it up, surprised by its weight and coolness. “What do you think it opens?” she asked, turning it slowly. Steven stared at it, puzzled but focused. “No clue,” he said honestly. “But we’re going to find out, whatever it takes.”
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