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What the book forgot

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The third board by the hearth was loose.

I waited until Calista had gone to help Bram with the horses. Then I knelt on the dusty stones, wedged my fingernails into the seam, and lifted. It came up with a sigh of old pine.

Underneath lay a tin box, the kind that once held tea, and the faded paint on the lid was my own favorite brand.

I stopped breathing for one second. Then I opened it.

A leather purse, heavy with gold. A silver ring of keys. A folded m
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