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The box
The box was small, no bigger than her hand, and surprisingly light. The carvings were intricate and beautiful, depicting what seemed to be a family crest. She gently lifted the lid of the box, her breath hitching in her throat. Inside was an assortment of items: old photographs, letters, trinkets, and a locket. Each item was a piece of history, a snapshot of a time long gone.
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