Golden Tale She set the book down, enjoying the soft thud and cloud of dust as it hit the table. She stared at the tall shelves lining the walls and took a deep breathe. Where would her mind travel next? Which script should she choose to depict her next daydream, placing herself in the middle of the tale? Beside her, her small cat mewed and rubbed her golden head on the girl's sweater. The cat then jumped on the table and onto the pile of old books. Something caught the light as it fell to the dusty floor and landed with a sharp clink. The girl lifted herself from the red leather armchair and picked up the object. A key. But to what?
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