Jenny felt a surge of warmth and purpose. She knew that her grandfather had meant for her to find this place, to keep its mystery alive. She spent hours exploring the palace, marveling at each discovery, and only left when the sun began to set, casting long shadows through the narrow hallway.
Over the following weeks, Jenny made the palace her own. She cleaned the halls, polished the fountain, and even restored the garden room, planting new flowers that filled the air with their scent. She knew this was her grandfather’s greatest legacy, a hidden palace, waiting for her all these years. And now, in the quiet hours when she was alone in the house, she’d retreat to the garage, turn the key, and walk back into a world of wonder.
The hidden palace was no longer a mystery. It was her sanctuary, and she knew, one day, she would pass its secret on to someone who needed it as much as she did.