A cold wind swept through the abandoned estate.
Everyone stood motionless around the ancient stone well, their eyes fixed on the words carved into its weathered surface.
She's not Quinn.
The inscription seemed impossible.
Elara felt as though the ground beneath her feet had disappeared.
"I'm... not Quinn?"
She whispered the words aloud, hoping they would somehow make more sense.
They didn't.
Samuel, who had accompanied the team in a separate vehicle, slowly stepped forward.
His weathered face had gone pale.
"I've never seen this before."
Nathan examined the carving closely.
"The edges are worn."
He gently brushed away moss from one side.
"This wasn't carved recently."
"It's been here for years."
"At least fifteen."
Sebastian remained silent.
His sharp gaze studied every d
