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... hern ridge.
Mira walked ahead, torch in hand, her usual sarcasm shelved somewhere between "ghost-infested attic" and "Felix almost died again." Wallace trudged behind us, fiddling with a ticking device that looked like a mix between a compass and a wind-up mouse. He swore it was calibrated to detect spectral activity.
Felix? He walked beside me, face pale but determined, clutching a worn journal he’d stolen from a sealed chest upstairs.
The journal belonged to his great-g ...
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