The Secret Map of Crispy Woods

The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the dewy grass of Crispy Woods. Eddy sat cross-legged in his room, surrounded by an ocean of crumpled maps, out-of-date compasses, and half-eaten cereal bars. His sister, Anna, stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, her expression teetering between amusement and annoyance.

“Did you really think you could find treasure before breakfast?” she teased, a smirk dancing on her lips.

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