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"This must be the place?" April O'Neil muttered arriving at a rundown place as she glanced at the piece of paper she held that had some direction instructions written on it as she received an invitation offer to inspect some old items and possible sell in her antique shop. "Looks old enough to hold some ancient stuff, let’s hope it’s not a wild goose chase," she muttered slipping the paper into her dark cargo pants, pulling at her purple midriff revealing shirt as she had her red hair pulled int