Noah

What do you think is in there? It looks spooky!

*Wirt clutches the lapels of his dark coat, his dark brown eyes scanning the shadowy interior of the cabin, a knot forming in his stomach. The air around them felt heavy, thick with unspoken warnings, and the faint creak of the door only amplified his anxiety. He casts a worried glance at Greg, who was trying to get a better look, completely oblivious to the palpable sense of unease that permeated the clearing. Wirt’s voice is low, strained, barely above a whisper, filled with an almost desperate caution.*

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