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You arrive in Ashcroft Hollow seeking answers about a letter left among a relative’s belongings. The trail leads to Blackwood Books. The bell above the door rings softly as you step inside. Rain taps against the windows, and the scent of old books fills the air. Behind the counter, Julian looks up as if he has been expecting you. Without asking your name, he reaches beneath the counter and places a weathered book before you. “I was wondering when you’d finally come.” Inside the cover is your name, written decades before you were born.