No Rest for the Curious
The house groaned with age, but it wasn’t noise keeping him awake—it was obsession. Luke rolled restlessly, dozing only in short bursts before jolting awake.
By morning, he felt more drained than before. Shuffling to the kitchen, he muttered, “Two hours, maybe three.” Yet his first instinct was to unfold the note again, eyes scanning its strange markings.
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