Into the hallway
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The key managed to turn, even though rust on the key and lock initially made it difficult. As Miranda pushed open the creaky door, her eyes immediately fixated on a faded letter lying atop an old, dusty table in the hall. It was the only piece of furniture there, so it was hard to miss. Miranda walked over to the pedestal-like table and picked up the letter. “To my dear wife,” it read.
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