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…They turned. The watcher stood at the edge of the square, his face hidden in the darkness. He took a step forward, and the moonlight caught his features—ordinary, tired, but his eyes held a strange light. “You’ve done well,” he said. “But some truths are best left buried.” Eliza clutched the box to her chest. “Who are you? What do you want?” The watcher hummed a single note of Viktor’s song. “I want to protect you from what you might find.” A cold wind swept through the square. The fountain’s water rippled. And the box in Eliza’s hands seemed to grow heavier, as if it held more than just ink and paper—as if it held a secret that could change everything.