What is the price of a single, careless laugh? For Liam, Maya, Chloe, and Ben, it was everything.
It was October thirtieth, a storm clawing at a derelict house. Inside, Liam held the dusty tome like a prop, his confidence a mask for their collective unease. Maya was skeptical, Chloe was terrified, and Ben just wanted them safe. They treated the ancient rite like a game. A foolish, fatal game.
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