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Annabel’s Pov We finally reached the clove that was said to be the location of the artifact. The dense forest surrounded us, its canopy casting eerie shadows in the fading light. We cautiously entered the clove, our senses on high alert. As we scoured the area, our eyes caught a glimmer of something unusual. The artifact was hidden beneath a pile of rocks and leaves, nestled in a small alcove. It was a small, ornate chest, clearly ancient and of great value. But as Lombard reached for the chest, a subtle click echoed through the clove. Our hearts sank as we realized we had triggered a booby trap. I stepped back, but before I could react, a hidden mechanism sprang to life, and a cage of thick vines descended, ensnaring me. I was trapped, my movements restricted as the vines tightened th