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She pushed past a stack of heavy, cedar-lined trunks, their hinges groaning in protest. Her sneakers made soft, thumping sounds against the floorboards as she wove through the graveyard of her grandmother's past: vintage lamps with fraying tassels, mirrors that reflected her own curious eyes in distorted waves, and stacks of yellowing newspapers that smelled of dry paper and long-forgotten summers.
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