They also found traces of what looked like animal nests, but nothing directly linking to Nyx. Emma squatted down, examining some fur. “It’s not like Nyx’s,” she said. Ethan flipped through an old, tattered book left on a crate. “This doesn't help either,” he muttered. They kept exploring, checking every corner and crevice. Even Nyx seemed puzzled, sniffing around without much direction. Despite their efforts, no clear answers emerged, adding to their growing list of questions.
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