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Previously

…As they hurried through the streets, Eliza's mind raced. What would they find under the oak? And what would happen when they brought it back to the sphere? The night was full of questions, but for the first time, she felt a spark of hope. They reached the cemetery gates. The old oak loomed ahead, its branches stretching like arms against the starry sky. Three paths converged at its base. The ground was soft with fallen leaves. "This is it," Mr. Griggs whispered. Eliza knelt down and began to dig.