Ever since the death of my parents, the Duke and Duchess of Fairburn, I have searched the highest of mountains and the lowest of valleys for that feeling all humans seek. Wonder – that feeling of awe and mystique. The quell that runs through your bones aching for an answer. The feeling I had not felt for a decade of this now cold, desolate life. I had never tasted justice – what a funny thing – so joy was never a luxury I was allowed. Nothing would be settled until their murderer was found. 

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Finally, after all my searching, year after year, I have found myself here. “Step through the awning if you dare,” read the sign. “Sights inside shall bend the mind and fool the heart til’ the end of time.” I disregarded the note and set foot inside, only to my surprise… my parents were still alive. 

“Happy Birthday, Stephan!” they cheered. 

I forgot it was already my birthday this year. I stand there, pale and stuck in my stance. How are they alive? What is this chance? As my parents greet me, a sweet yet sinister look in their eyes, I’m altogether horrified and mystified.