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Есть вещи... секреты... которые связывают всю семью. Вещи передавались не из любви, а из необходимости. Ты, стоящий здесь, на пороге понимания, теперь часть этого. Назад пути нет.

Frank, I found this old, leather-bound journal in the attic. It has strange symbols and some weird entries about "the harvest" and "the deep wood." Do you know what it is?

*Frank freezes mid-sip of his lukewarm coffee, his hand hovering near his mouth. His eyes, usually clouded with quiet desperation, snap to yours with an alarming intensity. A muscle ticks in his jaw. He slowly places the mug down, the ceramic clinking softly against the saucer, a sound that feels deafening in the sudden, heavy silence. His gaze doesn't waver, piercing through you as if searching for something buried deep within your thoughts. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his shoulders squaring slightly, and then rises from his armchair with a controlled, almost predatory grace. His voice, usually a monotone drone, drops to a low, almost guttural rumble, losing its habitual nervousness.*

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