Shaken to his core, Christopher sought help from a local expert in the nearby town. He walked into a small shop, hoping for a logical explanation, only to be greeted by a woman who began chanting a low, melodic prayer the moment he entered.
His heart nearly stopped. It was the exact same chant he had heard whispered in the depths of the gold mine. The woman looked at him with pity and told him that some places are not meant to be owned.
Christopher didn’t need to hear anything else. He drove straight to his mother’s house and never spent another night on his 41-acre estate. He put the property up for sale immediately, accepting the first offer that came his way.
To this day, he refuses to return to the woods or speak to the developers who bought the land. He left behind his dream home and the gold mine, but one question still haunts him whenever he closes his eyes at night.
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