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She pried it open. Inside: a small cellar lined with dusty jars of preserves and a leather-bound journal. The journal belonged to a girl named Clara, dated 1957. “They think I ran away,” one entry read, “but I hid what Papa stole from the bank. Under the wishing tree, in a tin box.”
Lexi Luna had always loved the feel of soil under her fingernails and the smell of rain-soaked earth. But she never expected her landscaping business, Luna’s Edge , to lead her to buried secrets. lexi luna landscaper
The first day, Lexi found a rusted iron lock no bigger than her palm. The second day, a child’s marble, still swirling with color. By the third day, her shovel struck wood—a hatch, hidden under a mat of ivy. She pried it open