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Here is the rewritten user input: I stumbled upon an old trunk while rummaging through my grandmother's attic, its worn leather exterior creaking as I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. As I delved deeper into the trunk's musty interior, a faint scent of mothballs wafted up, transporting me back to a bygone era. The artifact that caught my attention was an old, yellowed letter, its edges brittle and fragile, addressed
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