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Sisi walked back inside, the screen door slapping shut behind her. The kitchen smelled of dried lavender and old paper. On the table sat the single item her grandmother had explicitly bequeathed to her: a heavy, iron key with a rose stamped into the handle.

Sisi Rose looked on, horror mixed with amusement on her face. "I guess I need to work on the precision settings," she said, giggling. oopsfamily sisi rose

Her heart hammered against her ribs. It was her grandmother’s voice, but that was impossible. She had passed away in her sleep last spring. Sisi walked back inside, the screen door slapping