The silver key

The silver key

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After losing her parents at a young age and now her grandmother, 15 year old Nicole Porter, finds herself under the care of her aunt and family, the Theodores. Barely even knowing them she tries to make the best of her situation. Things seem to be going well until she and Leo, her cousin, find a dead body near the lake behind their house. Things take a more dramatic turn when she finds a sliver key in the crime scene, bringing together the secrets that were hidden in the past. On the other hand Erik's life is torn apart by his father's death brings him in search of the killer to the Theodores. The key slowly begins to reveal what's it capable of.....
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