Great.
Now another person knows about the clues.
Phin stared angrily into the window belonging to the house. The more people who knew about the item, the harder it would be to find what belonged to Phin. The clues needed to be found.
And quickly.
Phin turned away from the house and faced the trees. Tomorrow, Phin would come back and search the rest of the house. Time was crucial these days. The Collector was getting impatient.
And that just meant more trouble for Phin.
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Trails of Secrets
General Fiction"So, what's your name?" "Yeah... about that. I don't know." "Don't know what?" "My name." "How can you not know your own name? Were you never given one or something?" "I don't remember it." ~~~ Just a small, average town. Quiet. Peaceful. Friendly...
