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No Rest for the Curious

The house creaked with age, but it was the note that kept him from sleeping. Luke tossed and turned, drifting in and out of half-sleep, haunted by symbols he couldn’t interpret. By morning, he felt more tired than when he’d gone to bed, which was never good. “Two hours… maybe three,” Luke muttered as he stood groggily in the kitchen yawning.
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