Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

steady, but I felt a small, tight knot forming in my throat as the stitch gave way with a tiny pop.

I snipped five more stitches, widening the opening just enough to slip my two fingers inside the dark space between the lining and the outer wool.

My fingertips brushed against the dry, thick texture of a heavy linen envelope.

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