Anthony’s POVAfter lunch, we packed everything up and started hiking again.I kept my map tucked into my pocket, but my eyes stayed sharp. The longer we walked, the more I started noticing something—markings. They weren’t all the same, not exactly, but they followed a pattern. Little slashes in the bark, subtle etchings that you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for them.And I was.I didn’t say anything.Just made sure we always took the trail closest to the marked tree. I kept it casual, acting like I was just picking whichever path looked the most interesting, or scenic. But in my head, I was stringing them together like a puzzle.Mama and Daddy didn’t question it. They were too busy talking in low voices, probably about safety or terrain—or maybe just enjoying being outside again. Moon skipped a little ahead, humming something and twirling a long blade of grass between her fingers.But then the air changed.I didn’t smell it at first. I felt it. Like a pressure drop. Like t
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