It was still quiet on the sidewalks, with only a few early risers doing their weekend shopping. Samantha enjoyed the peaceful solitude, interrupted only by the cries of seagulls overhead. She inhaled deeply and took in the salty scent that always reminded her of home.
In a daze, Samantha stood in front of the etched glass door of Reynolds’ jewelry store. The faded “Open” sign creaked softly as she turned the cool door handle of aged brass. The smell of antiques and old wood greeted her as she stepped inside, ready to share her curious discovery.
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