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The library was cool and quiet. The smell of old books hung in the air. All around people sat, lost in worlds of fantasy, drama and intrigue.
She looked at her wrist, at the old tarnished silver bracelet that she always wore. It was a reminder of the past, of all the things that could have been. She gave a sigh. What was the use of dwelling on faded dreams? It as time to look forward - to make a new future with someone who was in her present, and not in the past.
The kettle was tarnished, but not that old. She thought it had probably been hidden there for only a couple of years. She pulled it out and reached inside. Something crackled in her hand. Her hand wrapped around a bundle and she cautiously drew it out.
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