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Dorian opened the package and pulled out an old skeleton key. It had to be at least a couple of centuries old, but it looked like it never aged. It was carefully preserved and it never lost its shine. Dorian studied it carefully and then looked through the box to see if there was anything else.

Nothing.

Dorian could feel his skin crawl. Maybe there’s a treasure map on the other side of the letter, he thought. But to his disappointment, the back of the paper was completely blank. Jeeze, George. If you’re going to ask me to steal the Declaration of Independence I won’t speak to you ever again.

Dorian had known George Lord for his entire life. It wasn’t too much of a stretch to say George was more of father to him. After Dorian’s biological father left him, and his mother’s death, George was the one who listened and encouraged Dorian to follow his own interests. With that in mind, Dorian continued to read the rest of the mysterious letter.

Not to be overly dramatic, but over the years I have told you what I can, which, sadly, wasn’t much to satisfy your desire to learn more but in my recent land dabblings here in London, I came across a unique document. In my line it is quite common, but when I saw the name of Dorian Gray as its sender, I thought I would dig deeper.

As it happens, sixty years ago, your grandfather shipped a box from the Wotton estate to a property he owned in

DORIAN GRAY

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