Up to the attic
Emma slammed her front door shut and raced upstairs, her feet pounding the steps. She bypassed her bedroom and made straight for the attic. Each creak of the folding wooden stairs echoed as she climbed quickly. She yanked on the chain, clicked the dim bulb alive, and scanned the dusty space. Her gaze locked on an old wooden cabinet tucked in the corner. It had sat untouched for years, but today, something about it beckoned.
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