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The night draped the McKinnley estate in a silvery veil, casting elongated shadows across the manicured lawns and ancient oak trees. Alex stood at her window, staring out into the moonlit landscape, her thoughts a turbulent whirlpool of emotions and unanswered questions. Earlier that evening, after the tumultuous events of the day, she had retreated to her room seeking solace in the quietude of the night. The revelation of the prophecy and her intertwined fate with Riley had left her grappling with conflicting emotions—confusion, fear, and an underlying sense of determination. Leaning against the cool glass, Alex closed her eyes briefly, recalling Mason's steady presence and Riley's unwavering spirit. They were her anchors in the storm, guiding her through the tempestuous waters of their