The Weight of Her Grandfather's Coat
The box was locked, and the key was lost. That was Emma Sterling's first thought when she opened the cedar chest in the attic of her family's house in Hampstead. The second was that the air up here smelled like the house itself—old wood, lavender sachets, and the faint, metallic scent of money that has been sitting still for too long. The chest had been in the attic for at least seventy years....
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