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I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

**UNKNOWN LOCATION** The room was dimly lit by the glow of multiple computer screens. The air was thick with the low hum of cooling fans and the faint scent of stale coffee. A lone figure sat hunched over a large desk, fingers flying across three different keyboards at once. Lines of code, security feeds, and encrypted files scrolled rapidly across the monitors. The hacker — known only as “Ghost” in certain dark circles — had been digging for weeks, following every trail related to the Hale family and the mysterious scholarship girl who had suddenly appeared in Cassian Hale’s life.

Then she run away from the Palace with the poison book. After a few moments later, Chenyin finished her shower and went to the room. Then she thought, "I took a long shower. Let me check the secret book." She took the secret book from behind the photo frame. "Here it is. Oh! Someone put some food for me. It must be Zhong Yu. I'm so hungry." She started to eat the foods Chenguang put on the table. "The taste is familiar. Whatever." The book was behind the photo frame? Then what was that book Zhong Yu took with her.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Another guy, wearing his eyeglasses, made him look like a geek, but what really got my attention was the girl who seemed to be in all the pictures. She was stunningly beautiful. She was grinning with Blake in one picture, and they seemed very happy. One picture fell from the album, and it was them again, in their scuba diving suit, her hands were weaved at the back of his neck, and his arms were on her waist. My heart went to my throat as I read the message at the back. ‘My forever love’. I closed my eyes and sighed. Paintings can never be perfect, no matter how the artist wants them to be. I took the picture and slid it into the pocket of the luggage.

I explained as I saw some photos of celestial works and took some photos of it. "That will be cool to watch " I whispered to myself as I saw how the sun was setting, the moment I flipped the book on page two-hundred-seventeen. "Hello! Can we share a table with you?" A cute and timid girl asked. She looked so nervous with a girl on her side. Maybe they were juniors. "Sure, no problem!" I smiled and nodded my head as a response. "Let's go," Kolten whispered after some moments, seemed like he was irritated as we saw that the girls the form the other table was trying to take a photo of him as one of the girls' phone accidentally flashed. He stood up and gently grabbed my wrist.

I downloaded the photo and hid it in a folder on my phone, then deleted the text. In the photo, I was clearly in one of the bathrooms at school. The puke green tiles were on the wall behind me with a clear view of the industrial-style sink. If one of the deans or principal saw this picture, I'd be suspended, maybe even expelled from school. The photo was a close up of my face and chest, covered in a thick liquid. I was on my knees. They say a picture says a thousand words. I could think of one hundred of those words right off the top of my head. Stupid.

He took the tome in his hand and looked at the title carefully: The Petit Albert. The name prompted the mind of the paranormal detective, he had read about that before or at least heard it, he knew that it was a popular book of the past century thanks to the french trying to sell books when the printed press swept Europe. Thomas decided to take it with him and show it to Elizabeth, she would know what to do with it and probably have more information about it…the clue that he might ignore she could solve. As he moved to place it in his bag something dropped from the middle of the book: a picture of two women, the picture must have had more than 10 years.

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

(like The Psychology of Power—kind of creepy, but curious. "Might Actually Read" (The Silent Struggle—mysterious and dramatic? Yes, please.) Pierce chuckled. "That one’s just a finance guide." I blinked at the cover, then shot him a look. "You guys really know how to catfish people with your book titles." As I finished dusting, I turned a bit too quickly and knocked into a crystal sculpture, nearly sending it to its doom. Pierce was on his feet instantly, catching it—and my wrist.