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Samantha had watched the sleek two-story house for some time, but even in daylight, this humble location felt shrouded in darkness. As hope of finding significance in her life waned, another woman captured her attention--someone like Sabrina in every way, though seemingly more seasoned.

She positioned herself on a nearby rock formation, feeling an undeniable connection. When the inhabitants emerged from inside and moved toward the lake, Sam's next task became clear. The mesh door squealed--a subtle yet haunting evocation of lost childhood. Upon entering the house, she carefully observed the foyer.

Elegant, appealing, and modernized: everything a mid-western farmhouse should be. The subtle charms--heirlooms, photographs, and vintage furnishings--felt almost surreal.

Sam nostalgically touched the birthmark she'd assumed only she possessed while studying the photos where this woman appeared. She too bore the mark of a practitioner, explaining why so many spiritual relics adorned the house. For that reason, Sam placed a reminder among them, confident it would be discovered.

Meanwhile, sinister energies surged from the basement, drawing Sam to cautiously open the doorway and descend the stairs. In the stillness below, she sensed everyone had suddenly become aware of her presence.

Sabrina approached the mantle and discovered another ceramic effigy of the goddess Hecate. She concealed it in panic, knowing somehow that this artifact belonged here. Yet, while she held the figurine, Sam's dark energy grew more profound. Thus, Julia and Tim gathered outside as Sabrina's anger flared, and she clutched the relic protectively.

"Tim..." Julia mumbled. "Samantha was here, in this house."

"It's time you told Sabrina the truth," he whispered as the screen door opened.

"I couldn't agree more," Sabrina declared with a defiant scowl.

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