GAVIN'S POV
THE SEARCH
Jerry and I had been trudging through the forest for what felt like hours, driven by the hope that Logan’s dream mansion actually existed.
Logan had described it as a dark, haunted place encircled by high walls, and despite the murky gloom of the forest around us, we pressed on.
We’d made our way through rough terrain and thick underbrush, each step a struggle through the tangled mess of nature.
Eventually, we found ourselves in a particularly dense part of the woods. The trees grew closer together, and the path became barely discernible. I could see the weariness in Jerry’s eyes; he was clearly exhausted.
"Sir Gavin," he said, his voice heavy with doubt, "what if this mansion is just a figment of Logan’s imagination? What if it isn’t real?"
His words struck a
