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"Give me the papers!" The cloaked man raged. I gripped the papers in my hand, the papers my mother had died to protect. Ash met my gaze from across the clearing. I knew I had to do something. Ash stared at me, begging me not to do what I was thinking. He always did know what I was thinking. "Shay, no." I heard him whisper. "You mean these papers?" I said triumphantly, holding the papers in the air. The cloaked man snarled and leaped at me. I dodged just in time. I tucked the papers into my coat. "Come and get them." He lunged again and I knew I had moments until he hit me, until my life was over. I pulled my power into a veil around me, knowing it probably wouldn't help me. Ash caught my gaze and I kept his eye until the cloaked man hit me. I would be thinking of him in my last moments, and I knew he would forever remember this day. After all, you remember your last moments with someone.
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To: The Storyteller From: Maeve "Evie" Stone Dear Storyteller, I never imagined my life would change so completely when I accepted the restoration project at Ashwood Manor. Do you remember the article about it? The haunted house with the enigmatic billionaire owner? Well, let me tell you the whispers didn't even scratch the surface. The manor itself is alive. I know how that sounds, but every creaking floorboard and flickering candle seemed to echo secrets, some about him, the brooding man who owns the place, and some about me. It started with a series of strange dreams. Labyrinths. Mirrors. A shadow I couldn't escape. And oh, when I met him at first, I didn't trust him. I wasn't sure I trusted myself around him, either. But as we uncovered the manor's past together, the walls between us and within ourselves began to crumble. This isn't just a story about a haunted house, though it has plenty of that. It's about confronting fears...my fear of commitment, of loving and being loved, and his fear of forgiveness. Together, we unraveled the labyrinth that held Ashwood in its grip, freed the ghosts of the past, and built something entirely new. I wish you could visit. He and I are planning an exhibit to share the journals and artifacts we discovered. It's our way of honoring those who came before us and making peace with the past. I thought I was going to Ashwood to rebuild walls. Instead, I rebuilt myself. Hoping you come visit soon. You won't believe it until you see it. With love, Evie

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