Returning home with more questions than answers, they found a surprise waiting—a letter without a return address, addressed to them anonymously. Alex picked it up, “Who’s sending us mail?” Mrs. Johnson took it, “Let’s see what it says.” She opened it carefully, eyes widening as she read. The letter’s tone was ominous, adding another layer to their already complex situation. “Someone knows more about Nyx,” Ethan said, echoing everyone’s thoughts. The puzzle was far from solved.
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