On the far side of Grandma Evelyn’s old house, hidden behind tangled ivy, Lucy discovered a door she had never seen before. It was wooden, with a brass handle shaped like a lion’s head.
Curious, she turned the handle. It creaked open, revealing a dimly lit passageway. The air smelled of cinnamon and something... ancient.
She stepped inside. The walls were lined with paintings, each one moving slightly, as if frozen mid-motion. At the end of the hall stood a mirror—but it wasn’t her reflection staring back. It was a little girl.
"You found the door," the girl whispered. "Now, will you help me?"
Lucy hesitated. She had only meant to explore. But something told her this was more than just an old house secret.
This was a mystery waiting to be solved.
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