She stood at the top of the stairs and looked around at the surrounding doorways The dust lay thick upon the banister and any surface she could see. Sarah pulled out the piece of paper from her pocket and opened it for the millionth time. The pattern scribbled on the sheet seemed to become significant - she turned it this way and that. Suddenly, it made sense! the pattern reflected the pattern in the ancient floor and doorways in front of her! the star pointed to the door ... she stepped towards the second door on her right and reached for the dusty door knob.
The door opened easily enough and with a painful creak, it lurched inward, opening into the room. There, on the far wall, was the most incredible dresser she had ever seen! The mirror, streaked with dust, the surface layered ... it was bare and empty but hearkened back to a time long ago. Sarah could easily imagine a distant relative sitting in front, getting ready for some event, prepping her hair ...
She shook her head. Yes, she was here for the dresser, but more, she was here for what the dresser held. Sarah approached the antique and opened the bottom drawer. Empty. She opened the drawer beneath it. Empty again. That couldn't be. She opened the first one again and reached in. Something was odd. She tried to pull the drawer out but it wouldn't come. She reached inside again and felt a little clasp at the top of the back wall of the drawer. Carefully she slide it sideways with her finger and the back of the drawer fell forward - she could feel the box inside!
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