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"Dreams? Ghosts? The lady in black? I don't understand, John! We should tell someone important—Rehes, the priests, scholars, or even the king. This is beyond imagination! We can't figure this out ourselves. What if we lose people? It's too dangerous," Tom urged, his voice rising with urgency.

"I know it sounds dangerous, but we don't even know what's going on. If we tell anyone, they'll think we're crazy—especially with the wars happening. Do you really think that's a good idea?" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"So what are we going to do? Just figure it out ourselves?" James asked, his frustration palpable.