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One crisp autumn afternoon, while playing near the house, Emma noticed something shiny half-buried in the dirt. She dug it up and found an old, ornate key with intricate designs. Excited, she wondered what it might open. With the key clutched tightly in her hand, she approached the old house.

The door creaked open with surprising ease, and Emma stepped inside. The interior was just as dusty as the outside, but it had an air of mystery. She wandered through the rooms, discovering old furniture and forgotten toys. Each room told a story of a family that had once lived there long ago.