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Nia smiled. “Everyone comes here carrying something. The camp helps you name it.”

“You’ve been carrying that note for three years,” the Keeper said gently. “Not writing it won’t make it lighter.” Camp Mourning Wood -v0.0.10.3- By Exiscoming

On the third evening, the Keeper appeared—a tall figure in a worn jacket, holding the iron lantern. Nia smiled

“First time?” she asked.