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Chapter 28
After my strange encounter with the shop keeper, I ran into Helena and Camille. I tucked the wrapped box in my bag and gave both of them a friendly smile. Helena looked her usual happy self, but Camille’s shoulders seemed slumped in defeat. Her neat ponytail had been taken down, replaced by a poor attempt at a messy bun.
Camille had visited nearly every fountain in town, but hadn't found a single clue. Helena knew her clue was in the library, but after searching all day, she hadn't found a single thing. Helena wasn't too concerned with winning, and planned to make another trip to the library tomorrow. Camille on the other hand, seemed a little put out.
I had told her about the lake I visited today and how her clue could be anywhere near the large body of water. While winning wasn’t my goal, I was determined to give this competition everything I had. I refused to let myself turn into some of the other competitors, those who guarded everything they learned wi
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