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What was inside?

The chains were thick, rusted, and locked with a heavy padlock. “Same carving,” Amber whispered, pointing. Steven tried to break the lock, but it wouldn’t budge. “We need bolt cutters,” he said. Amber sprinted upstairs. Steven and Wilburt stayed by the chest, silent in the cold air. When Amber returned, breathless, she held up the cutters. “Let’s finish this,” she said.
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