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The morning sun filtered through the ancient oak leaves as Maya arrived at the Crossroads Inn. Her heart raced with anticipation—this was the day she'd finally confront the stranger who held the secrets to her family's disappearance twenty years ago.
"You're late," came a voice from the shadows. A tall figure emerged, cloak drawn tight. "I don't wait for anyone."
Maya stood her ground. "I came for answers. My family—what happened to them that night?"
The stranger laughed, a sound like dry leaves. "Answers? You want answers? Perhaps you should ask yourself why you're really here."
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