th a sense of longing and fear, a cry for help that had gone unanswered for a century. Ellie felt a deep connection to

mind raced as she tried to piece together the clues. Who had betrayed Lila? And why? She neede

r pocket. The air was thick with the scent of pine, and the trees whispered her name, their voices faint but unmist

r than usual, the shadows stretching toward her like grasping hands. But Ellie pressed on, her d

re, waiting. This time, they didn't vanish. Instead, they pointed to a tree with a hollow trunk. Insid

ore than a photograph; it held the key to unlocking the mystery of the silver-eyed chi