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A young woman

Inside lay a faded black-and-white photo. A young woman stood before a massive oak tree. Amber gasped. “That’s our backyard. That tree’s still there.” The woman’s expression was serious, almost haunted. Around her stood four men in dark suits—expressionless, distant, cold. None of them smiled. The image felt wrong. Unsettling. Like something captured from a much darker, more secretive time.
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