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The chest was old, its wooden surface worn and scratched from years of use. Elyra had stumbled upon it in Matthew's workshop while searching for extra blankets. Something about it had drawn her in, like an itch at the back of her mind.

She knelt beside it, her fingers tracing the ornate lock. The key was still in the mechanism, as if Matthew hadn't expected anyone to find it or hadn't cared if they did. She hesitated, then turned the key.

The chest creaked open, revealing a jumble of old journals, letters, and photographs. Elyra's breath caught as she pulled out the topmost journal, its pages yellowed and fragile.

The entries were written in Matthew's unmistakable handwriting, their dates going back years. One caught her eye immediately-dated the night he'd found them.

And then I saw them-two children, alone, huddled together under the trees. There was a strange glow around them, faint but undeniable, like the moonlight had decided to follow them. I should have walked away, but I couldn't. Something-someone-was watching from the shadows. I felt it. I don't know what I brought home

the page, but the rest of the entry had been scribbled over,

"What are you doing?"

jump. She looked up to see Matthew standing

holding up the journal. "Why didn't

the door behind him. "Because there's nothing to tell," he

knew we weren't normal.

hair. "I don't know what I saw," he admitted. "And I don't know what you

eyes meeting hers. "Because I saw the fear in your eyes. Whatever it was that

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