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“Oh thank god Pristly, we’ve been looking for you.” Ginger hugged her tight and Pristly
made her sit back.
“It’s something that your father has been looking for, something your mother hid deep and
beyond. At least that’s what the stories say…” Pristly shrugged and said to her, disbelief
prominent in her tone.
“And they think you’re the one who will do the find…”, she told her in a husky voice.
Ginger was staring at the ground, grappling with what she just heard; baffled, upset
about something she couldn’t herself understand.
“Let’s go back to Memorabilia.” She said. “But…Haanz…”
“Yes, Haanz…I wish we knew where he is.” He said, disappointed in himself.
“Wait, what about this key?” Ginger suddenly asked producing the key from her pocket
to both of them surprised at her forgetfullness.
“Where did you find this?” Pristly asked immediately taking it from her hand to examine
it. “You found this?” She rephrased.
“Who found whaaat??” A loud shriek echoed around them coming from far and high, and
two now familiar metal sticks clanked.
They needed no introduction to this voice, nor a reason to see the face of it, but they did,
and saw him standing hovering over them like a black cloak and showing off his teeth.
“Gotcha!!”, he said, and barked out a horrid laugh.
Chapter 16
