Henry’s POV
I wasn’t really sure why I decided to go there that day.
Perhaps it was because of the way Hilda looked at me. Her gaze was full of desperation and intensity, as if she knew something important that I didn’t understand. Or maybe it was the locket she pressed into my hands the moment I arrived in the clearing, her eyes shining with a mysterious light that filled me with curiosity.
Now, I held the locket in my hands, turning it over and feeling the smooth surface against my fingers. Inside was a faded portrait of a girl who looked a lot like me. She had the same eyes and the same frown. The similarity was unsettling and made me feel uneasy.
“Hilda,” I said, feeling a mixture of confusion and fear. “What do you want me to understand? I need you to explain things clearly.”
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