Rosie experienced a sense of anticipation for what secrets the chest would hold, but as her eyes flicked into the corners of the scarred wooden box, she saw only a small, brown leather suitcase sealed by rust-blistered buckles. A further perfunctory rummage revealed just a pair of sixties-inspired curtains covering the bottom, so she grabbed the case and removed her head from the trunk, grateful to be avoiding the possibility of coming face-to-face with a pair of beady eyes. Never a fan of errant spiders, Rosie shivered involuntarily and shook her tousled curls; her skin prickled at the thought of a hairy, eight-legged friend mistaking her hair for a golden-webbed home. She returned to the lounge, pausing to draw the curtains on the darkness pressing against the window panes. She set the case on the coffee table, unfastened the recalcitrant buckles and raised the lid to reveal the faded Liberty-print lining and a jumble of leather-bound journals, their ribbon bookmarks protruding from the pages like lizards’ tongues.
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