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The forest whispered secrets as Maxine slipped through its veil under a crescent moon. The manor slept behind her, its stone silence betrayed only by the rustle of dying leaves beneath her boots. Tonight, something called her deeper into the woods - not a voice, but a pull, magnetic and old. It had haunted her dreams for nights since the last full