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"Is that—" he began.

"Just visiting." He looked at the key again, then at her, and the city noise filled the gap between their voices. "My grandmother—Harriet Furr—used to live there. Everyone calls her H.F. She died last month. She left me the house and a note: 'Leave the key where you found it, and do not open the top drawer until it is fixed.' I thought harrietfurr 20240616 fixed

Harriet blinked. "It's June sixteenth."

Harriet Furr found the key in a pocket that hadn't belonged to her. "Is that—" he began