Collision
The old lighthouse loomed over the rocky shore, its stones weathered by centuries of storms. Max, exploring recklessly, stumbled upon an inscription carved into the wall.
“Check this out!” he shouted, brushing sand from the letters.
Clara hurried over, her eyes widening. The words matched the diary’s riddles. She hesitated, then showed him the book.
“You’ve got the other half of the puzzle,” Max said, his grin widening. “Guess that makes us partners.”
Clara wanted to protest, but deep down she knew—this loud firecracker had just lit the fuse to her storm.
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