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Hundred and Eleven

I sat at the wooden café table, my fingers idly tapping the notebook in front of me as I read the lines of the riddle aloud:

“By the moonlit lake, reflections guide,

Symbols hidden in ripples, where secrets abide.”

I frowned. “A lake…?”

Isaiah leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, as he raised...

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