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Under the muted glow of Agnes' treehouse, my sister Illyanna and I nestled close to each other, breathing in the rhythm of a deep slumber. Her tiny fingers clenched my shirt, and I felt a sense of responsibility for her innocence.
In the hush of the night, a faint whimper echoed, tugging at my consciousness. My eyes flitted open, struggling to locate the source. Could it be Agnes? My heartbeat quickened.
Without disturbing Illyanna's peaceful sleep, I gently extricated myself and tiptoed to the spacious living area. "Agnes?" I called out, my voice a blend of concern and hesitation. The vastness of the treehouse absorbed my shout, returning only silence.
Remembering Agnes' instructions from a previous night, I tapped on the wall thrice, each knock loud and deliberate, signaling for her assistance. My ears strained for any hint of her presence. Yet, the haunting stillness persisted.
