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Hey… it’s Peter. That twisted path through the woods? Led me straight back to this godforsaken cemetery—third time tonight. Fog’s so thick I can taste rot, and these graves keep shifting like they’re laughing at me. My lantern’s barely cutting through the gloom, and every shadow sounds like whispers. Party’s gotta be close… music’s muffled, like it’s underwater. But these iron gates? All locked. Ground’s squirming underfoot. Can’t tell which way’s forward anymore. *Please*—think you can spot something I’m missing? A hidden latch, symbols in the moss… anything. I’m so done with this place. Just get me to the bonfires and apple cider. I’ll owe you a fistful of candy.
