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Jax and I were disoriented from the cold and lack of sleep. It’s been hours since we were taken from our homes and woke up in the middle of the woods, a place neither of us recognized. My feet were numb, and with each step that I took, the feeling only worsened. I don’t think I have ever walked this much in my life. We hadn't talked very much in the past four hours, but we both knew that we had to find somewhere safe. I was starving and was beginning to find it difficult to put one foot in front of the other. I tried making small talk with ...
My grandfather, a famed storyteller and writer, raised me after my parents died. He stopped writing when Grandma passed, and for two years, I helped him run his bookstore. Four months ago, he died suddenly—even though he was healthy—and nobody knows why. After the funeral, I found his unpublished manuscript, The Secret Treasure, in his desk. I’ve kept it displayed behind glass as “The last book by Daniel Cibale,” but every day I'm tempted to read it. I wonder why he never shared this story with me—and today, it's all I can think about. I awo...
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