Day 41/366

#mylifeinpages Day 41/366

She reached for the book, certain she'd find her answer within its pages.  A worn copy of The Golden Key rested in her hands.  A coat of dust indicated its permanent place on the bookshelf.  The book itself was a rare copy of a tale penned by George MacDonald, a favorite author for her dad.  Gen never saw him read the book, but remembered how important it was to him.

In fact, Pastor Ernie owned a copy of every book written by MacDonald. He claimed that reading The Princess and the Goblin had a profound impact on his life, and as a result was always on the look out for any and all titles written by the obscure author.  Gen remembered the book because for some strange reason it was a topic of conversation just days before his death.

A slim volume, barely a hundred pages, the book felt too heavy to Gen. She rose and hobbled over to the oak desk, wincing as the circulation was restored to her feet.  Desk lamp on to illuminate the late afternoon dusk, she started turning the yellowed pages, hoping her time would not be wasted.

She was in luck.  Between page twenty-eight and twenty-nine she found a half sheet of paper.  Setting the book aside, she focused on the paper in hand.  A small silver key was taped in the middle of the page.  Above that were the initials H.S.S., and underneath the key was 347-D.

She'd found the key.  Now what?

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