Max's heart was beating through his chest. His knuckles turned white around the lantern. The old man was speaking in riddles. Max was told there was something special about the cemetery, but he didn't know why the old man was talking about forests. There wasn't a forest for miles... but maybe the cemetery held more secrets than he had known.

"I don't know where to go..." he said, his voice hanging low to the dying grass. "I'm looking for my friend..."

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