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Previously

…Ms. Petrova shook her head slowly. “I don’t know. But Viktor’s secrets are not meant for everyone. We must be careful.” They walked home in silence, each lost in thought. The key and the journal held new answers, but the presence on the hill had cast a shadow over their discovery. The next step would require more than courage—it would require trust. As Eliza unlocked her front door, she glanced at the disc in her hand. Its glow had faded, but she could feel it pulsing softly, as if it were alive. Tomorrow, they would decode the journal. But tonight, she lay awake, listening to the wind and wondering who else had been listening to Viktor’s song.