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The Mark Again

The chest was old, the wood weathered, the chains thick with rust. On the lid, carved deep into the surface, were five letters: TBYD7. “Same code,” Amber whispered. “Over and over.” Steven ran his fingers along the grooves. “Whoever she was hiding this from… she wanted to be sure it stayed shut.” The padlock on the front was solid steel. They needed help.
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