Page 252 of Ranger's Wildflower
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She hesitates.
But I can see it.
It’s coming back.
“I grabbed her,” she says slowly. “Trying to pull her out.”
Her voice tightens.
“And she pushed something into my hand.”
There it is.
“You took it,” I say.
Not accusing.
Just truth.
“I didn’t know what it was,” she whispers. “I just held onto it.”
“Did you keep it?”
She hesitates.
Then—
“I hid it.”
Everything in the room goes still.
Because now—
This isn’t a mystery anymore.
It’s a hunt.
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“Ihid it.”
Everything shifts.
Right here.
Right now.
We’re not chasing shadows anymore.
We’re chasing something real.
“Where?” I ask.
No pressure.
Just focus.
