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She knelt in the dirt, her fingers trembling as she cleared away the muck. There, hidden under a stone lip, was a keyhole. She slid the brass key in. It didn't just turn; it hummed .

Catelynn took a breath, stepped onto the first stair, and the door above her clicked shut. She wasn't in Oakhaven anymore. She was in the , and she was the first person to hold a library card there in half a century. How should we continue Catelynn's journey? If you'd like, we can: Catelynn

The rain didn't just fall in Oakhaven; it claimed the town. Catelynn sat on the edge of her bed, watching the droplets race down the glass like they were late for something important. In her hand, she gripped a heavy brass key—one she’d found tucked inside the lining of her grandfather’s old leather satchel. It didn't belong to any door in her house. It didn't belong to the gate at the cemetery. She knelt in the dirt, her fingers trembling