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A box
A box. It was small, old, and slightly dusty. It was hidden underneath a pile of clothes in the back corner of the room. It seemed to be out of place, a relic of the past amidst the modernity of the rest of the room. The box was nondescript, an ordinary wooden box. Could this be it? Could this be the secret she had been looking for?
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