In an old house, in a place not too far away, there's an attic. In this attic is a treasure. It isn't gold, silver or jewels. It isn't grandma's priceless antique. In this attic are piles and piles of books. Some old, their pages frayed from use. Others, new with glossy covers. But each of them hold a key. A key that will take you to another world, another time, another place. Are you brave enough to enter?
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