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Showing him the box

Amber knocked harder against the wooden door. Still no response. Steven pressed the bell longer. Finally, slow footsteps approached. The door creaked open. Their neighbor appeared, eyes narrowed. “What now?” he muttered. “We opened it,” Amber said, lifting the photo. “The safe. The box.” He stared, sighed, then mumbled, “Told you it was better left alone,” and rubbed his temple hard.
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