Shadow of the past

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ed heavily on her mind, compelling her to uncover the truth about her family's past. After a quick breakfast, she set to wo

me across photographs of her grandmother and what appeared to be a group of people gathered around a fire in the woods. Their faces

dwriting, recounting tales of the forest and the creatures that roamed it. Each entry was laced with a sense of reverence, detailing the rituals her ancestors pra

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full moon beckons the call, and those who do not he

other's tales as mere superstition, but now they felt like warnings. The realization that her f

was tense, filled with a mixture of anticipation and dread. She hadn't spoken to her father in years, their relatio

eart raced. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation that awaited he

the door. Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by

ce steady despite the turmoil within. "It's a

dimly lit interior of the house. "Com

nse her father's reluctance, but she pressed on. "I found her journal

itchen counter. "You shouldn't have gone digging thr

ation bubbling to the surface. "The claw marks, the track

heavy to bear. "Your grandmother believed in those tales. She thought they hel

t aching at the thought of a family legacy shrouded

. "I wanted to protect you. I thought if I kept you awa

and betrayal. "But I deserve

knowing the truth will make things better? The forest is dangerous, E

t sank as she realized her father was still trapped in the shadows of their family's pa

a blessing," he replied,

k free from it. She stormed out of the house, her father's voice fading behind her. The sunlight felt harsh against her skin a

he forest beckoning her. She glanced out the window, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. The myster