~~~~Anya~~~~My hands hovered above the notebook, still studying every corner of it.The air in the museum suddenly felt choking as it felt smaller. Too warm and too quiet. The distant hushed murmurs had faded into nothing, leaving just the sound of my own heartbeat thudding heavy in my ears.I looked down on the notebook once more. Then again, the same name just stared back at me.Silas Pacta.No matter how many times I blinked my eyes, the words just refused to become something else, different. I swallowed very hard. Maybe I was mistaken, or maybe I was actually remembering it wrong, or maybe my mind was forcing some connections that weren't even there at all. I said to myself.But the longer I stared at the name, that's when I become more certain about it. Because I knew that name. Not from Ridgewood as a whole, not from Kane, not form Larry… but from my father.A sudden strange chill crawled it's way up my spine. For a few seconds, the notebook between my fingers no longer felt li
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