For fifty-two years of marriage, my wife kept our attic locked tight. I trusted her implicitly when she claimed it was merely a repository for old junk and moth-eaten memories, but when I finally broke that heavy brass padlock, what I discovered inside fundamentally altered everything I thought I knew about our history.
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