Over the next few days, the locket occupied my thoughts. I spent my lunch breaks at the local library, poring over old records and newspaper archives. It was slow work, but I was determined.
I learned that our house was built in the early 1900s by a family named the McAllisters. They had lived here for several decades before moving on, and the house had changed hands numerous times since then.
There were no obvious connections to the locket, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it belonged to someone from that era. I decided to dig deeper into the McAllister family history, hoping to find a clue.
One afternoon, as I sat surrounded by dusty books and faded documents, I stumbled upon a mention of a tragedy. In 1923, a young woman named Emily McAllister had gone missing under mysterious circumstances. The case was never solved, and she was presumed dead.
The name sent a chill down my spine. Could the locket have belonged to Emily? Was it possible that it had been hidden away all these years, waiting to be discovered?
With renewed determination, I delved into Emily’s story, searching for anything that might connect her to the locket. I found a photograph of her in an old newspaper, her face hauntingly familiar.
Clutching the locket, I knew I had to find out more. Emily’s story wasn’t over, and perhaps, in some small way, I could help bring it to a close.
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