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But for what? The tube was welded shut at one end, but the other end seemed like it could be opened. As she studied the object, she noticed something that sent shivers down her spine. An inscription, scratched into the rusted surface, in a handwriting that she would recognize anywhere. Her father’s handwriting. She read aloud, “To my apple blossom; Use the key to your heart.”
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