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Up to the attic

The front door of Emma’s house was slammed shut, and her nimble feet made it up to the second floor in a hurry. The attic stairs creaked beneath her as she rushed up. She flicked on the dusty light and scanned the space. That’s when Emma’s eyes landed on the old wooden cabinet in the corner. It hadn’t been touched in years. But today, it called to her.
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