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"I don't understand," I said, feeling the weight of confusion pressing down on me. "You talk about all these things as if they're perfectly normal, but I'm lost. How do you know all this, and I don't?"
"It's because of Sister Elenore," Matt replied, his gaze steady. There was a hint of something deeper in his eyes, a flicker of memory and reverence.
"What does that mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
"She gave me a necklace to protect myself because I was weak," Matt explained. "It was a gift, a charm. She said it would help me find strength when I needed it most."
