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Previously

…Eliza picked up the core again. It was cooler now, but heavier. She looked at her friends—at Emil’s worried eyes, at Professor Finch’s steady hand, at Ms. Petrova’s clenched fists. 'Then we go to the bell tower,' she said. 'Tonight.' But as they turned to leave, the observatory door slammed shut. A lock clicked. And a voice, distorted and mechanical, spoke from the sphere: 'The game is not over. The watcher has become the hunted.' The light in the room died. Only the core’s faint blue glow remained, casting long shadows on the walls. Eliza held her breath. The adventure was far from over.