Astor sat at his desk, his fingers tapping against the keyboard as he scrolled through page after page of information. His usually sharp, focused expression was tinged with something else, determination, yes.Charlotte’s story wouldn’t leave his mind. The way her voice had trembled when she spoke about her mother, the pain etched in her features, it had stayed with him long after she’d left the room. And now, he wants answers, he wanted to know what really went wrong.Astor leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning an old map of Charlotte’s hometown. The town was small, almost forgotten, nestled near a dense forest. He had never heard of it before tonight, but the more he dug, the more questions he had.He opened another tab and began typing, searching for any records, articles, or mentions of the area. His fingers moved swiftly over the keys, his mind racing.Just then, something familiar cut his attention, he sat up and moved closer, THE ZONE, he zoomed it as though, answers were
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